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letra de aysmptote - myrlin

[verse one] in the grocery store and i’m swervin’ got to get myself some aguacate chop it up like a surgeon. and while i’m searchin’. i see this girl smell a pomegranate like she’s learnin’. somethin’ sacred about the land that gave birth to the fruit in her hand and dam i’m dreamin’. never skeemin’ just peacefully peepin’ for some reason i see her nature bloomin’ she p-ss me by un-ssumin’ so human. so i keeps movin’ and i’d like to think that she study botany. know the names of all the plants and all the trees. she walk through the meadow gather everything she needs to make some herbal tea. with eyes like that i bet she grew up in chuco town. got a whole bunch of juarense primos all her tios en la pachanga get down (orale). who knows though maybe she sell t-tle loans. got a soul in the throws of a romantic winter. day by day she grow just a little more bitter. gotta temper that burn cold and hot like volcanic blizzards. and if i give her my heart she might just convince me i’m warm while i shiver. [chorus] and that’s just how it goes you can idealize anyone you just don’t know. people hide and lie because they don’t want to be exposed. so i swerve with a private mind close enough to be an asymptote
and that’s just how it goes you can idealize anyone you just don’t know. people hide and lie because they don’t want to be exposed. so i swerve with a private mind close enough to be an asymptote [verse two] outside of a house in austin i watch the city night cross faded with light. when a voice approached like can i have some. her eyes clear as the sun and uh what i sight. to behold when the paper and the flame ignites. sparks and stutters i muttered uh uh sure thing. my weak lips conduits to nerves that abandoned my weak knees. beyond the fog of the moment i witnessed the conversation flow with the same grace as the way smoke drifts and i wondered if she noticed if had it my way i’d ask her if she was good and rowin’ walk down to the dock, steal a boat and start strollin’ through the open water. i ponder. a glimpse beyond her inside my lager
see her hand wander, to my shoulder tips
oh sh-t, holy telekinesis we stuck in gaze that speaketh if we kiss we might feel the need to rip our close to pieces good buddah, good jesus
i’m speechless. my eyes ablaze, i think we might be soulmates
conquering demons s-xual healin’. hold up freeze this: she about to tell me she’s leavin’ she got a place for me to sleep in’ some part of my body screamin’ bigger part of my conscious like ah just leave it. i can play naïve but i know it will never be as good as you dreamed it. people get attached i got a plane to catch and a song to write. another state the land. still in love with my ex and there ain’t no chance i’m lookin for no real romance. and the facts in question. what kinda trust can be achieved with l-st in a few hours and a matter of seconds? people got good intentions but desire, obsession, lead to plenty of messes. i’d rather clean up my own projections keep the fantasy intact use my hand to handle my own erection. why risk false love, false hope or infection

- myrlin

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