NAPATSORN TREESAP

I told you it’s my fault 
You told me I was blind 
Maybe this is the false sign
Dancing against the gin eyes 

How these words saying “hello”
Turns out to be the graveyard, O’ hell no
Those birds are flying high, you still say “no”
No doubt we said the word “goodbye”

Two o’clock strikes two minutes light
That January sight, we migrated misaligned 
Fading with the wind that blows my false blind 
Soaking by the blood—die and midnight rain

Hurry, my eyes are weak
Hurry, your gaze are mine
Crazy little bird say hi to the false bride 
Saying goodbye to a blind fate

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