I can't believe the return ...
the obvious slow churn
of the stomach butterflies
I breath in clear blue skies
as the time in her eyes flies
'cause bye bye ms. american pie
I'd rather my white cake
red icing with a similar take
in our humors and loving ways
her love that feels like sun rays
exploring her coves and her bays
with seconds that turn to minutes
and minutes that grow into days
our minds have already crossed
so I guess we have double-knit
into a type with a name "at any cost"
and for you my dear, you are my last
you and I will never be lost
except in each other's gaze
the obvious slow churn
of the stomach butterflies
I breath in clear blue skies
as the time in her eyes flies
'cause bye bye ms. american pie
I'd rather my white cake
red icing with a similar take
in our humors and loving ways
her love that feels like sun rays
exploring her coves and her bays
with seconds that turn to minutes
and minutes that grow into days
our minds have already crossed
so I guess we have double-knit
into a type with a name "at any cost"
and for you my dear, you are my last
you and I will never be lost
except in each other's gaze
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