Cranberry Days by Dreaming Dragonfly

Who's to think of you laying beside them
After afternoon
Now all I need is luck
Who do I have to get to know now?

Q. How long has this gone on for
A. Fuck all (according to me)
Passing "perfect" seed contently
Simple people act the part but never quite amaze me
But make the world by
In circles
Insipid ideas to enter into your ears
Amuze you endlessly
A new born enemy

Tape distortion like aging lines from times that carried smiles
On the heated backseat in -3° on the way to Maccy D's
Saturation on its last legs
The real colours begin to show
So who am I to decide whether or not it's to be let go

Longing on what had come before
Soggy chips on the way back home
Loss of what used to be a bore
Sinking deep into memory foam

Take me back to the "cranberry days"

I do predict to you a flood of ambiguity
Reckless to develop unity
Countless efforts to persist on what makes me and you exist alone
Time and time you've shown

Dismal days and phases enter in and out and I shall cherish them all
Get giddy for the gloom
Break it into two and never to retain
Cast him into heaven that forever rains

Buried curiosity
Dead reckoning
Dead
Reckoning beckoning
Nothing left for me to mend now
SO FUCK IT!

Misinterpretations of several meanings contrary to belief
Just know the peace overflowing owns a right to take out the grief
"Best regards" written out for me before you're gone for good
Now appears to be taunting me more than it ever could

High on exchanging joyful cries
Just in time for the pastel skies
Breathy answers and drawn out sighs
Passing by just to mezmerize

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