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Dana Street
by Maybe Sasha
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Dana street
I saw you floatin on your naive lil feet
I don't wanna see it
The end in sight is the end of we
I don't wanna meet
I don't wanna meet
I don't wanna
Tell me does it feel the same
Loving you in all these fucked up ways
A memory I am for cold days
Distant like acquaintance beach waves
Thoughts exploding can't quell, hold me
Quiet by the seashell
Except for reverb of this nights heat swell chillin'
Tryna understand my ceiling
But I'm stuck explaining feeling
What's the pain you're dealing
Can I start the healing?
Got a bank of demons
View myself a heathen
So many paths to follow
All the paths been beaten
But the grass grows where the blinks are new
I'm so sad to see you
Cuz I'm not involved
We don't make plans
And we're not cool
There's no chance of redo
Meet meet meet meet meet
I don't wanna I don't wanna meet
Meet meet meet meet meet
I don't wanna I don't wanna meet
Green fences
Flames and my batting stances
I got a field in my dreams of madness
Dana street
I saw you floatin on your naive lil feet
I don't wanna see it
The end in sight is the end of we
I don't wanna meet
I don't wanna meet
I don't wanna
Dana street
I saw you floatin on your naive lil feet
I don't wanna see it
The end in sight is the end of we
I don't wanna meet
I don't wanna meet
I don't wanna
Tell me does it feel the same
Loving you in all these fucked up ways
A memory I am for cold days
Distant like acquaintance beach waves
Thoughts exploding can't quell, hold me
Quiet by the seashell
Except for reverb of this nights heat swell chillin'
Tryna understand my ceiling
But I'm stuck explaining feeling
What's the pain you're dealing
Can I start the healing?
Got a bank of demons
View myself a heathen
So many paths to follow
All the paths been beaten
But the grass grows where the blinks are new
I'm so sad to see you
Cuz I'm not involved
We don't make plans
And we're not cool
There's no chance of redo
Meet meet meet meet meet
I don't wanna I don't wanna meet
Meet meet meet meet meet
I don't wanna I don't wanna meet
Green fences
Flames and my batting stances
I got a field in my dreams of madness
Dana street
I saw you floatin on your naive lil feet
I don't wanna see it
The end in sight is the end of we
I don't wanna meet
I don't wanna meet
I don't wanna
