Lately I have found myself, finding you inside my thoughts.
I found something I thought I lost.
Searching for a reason but,
You are such a beautiful distraction.
An escape from nonfiction.
The author of a fantasy book that I'm consumed in.
And I know some things are meant to be.
What are the odds you were meant for me.
I'm trying to fight it oh.
Take a shot and drink some mo'.
Then I sober up hungover your pretty face.
Fuck it, let's go, Geronimo.
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