NAPATSORN TREESAP

I write your name in the air
On the desk at night
Where nobody knows your name
I picked a devotion
Adore a faith and affection
I harvest what we have at 4 til 6 in the morning
Gaze at the door of your faith
Crawl back to the hell of my fate
They dig us our grave
Throw flowers at the cemetery
Celebrating with your whiskey
Buring the way you praying
Farewell
lovebirds
Farewell
Sweet nothings
Farewell
What it used to be
A houseplant that loses its life from thirsty
4 in the winter, gather at the town center
Parading with thier dignity against the odd of the gravity
It’s me who escape from your daydreaming masquerade
That never be true

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