As Usual

by Viktor Tejada

Looking at the stars
I’m down on the grass with the woman I love
The grass was kinda damp
But we didn’t mind
Her hands were cold
And I’m smiling

Looking at the stars
I’m down on the grass with the woman I love
The grass was kinda damp as usual
But I didn’t mind
Her grave was cold
And I’m trying my best to smile again

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