your a hipster guy
i am just try my best not to die
'i cant believe you caught my eye
of course i would drop down and fall
as long as we on topic nothing with this is logic
how you drop in my inbox when i lay in coma
push press , made me feel like a princess
couldnt speak but when i woke up from insomnia
saw a dope male nurse that remind me of zedd
got a voice , heavenly skills that become my cure
standing by my hospital bed , yeah this feeling is quite mad
and there is that martin playing with those sticks
everywhere go , guys usually dicks
but not here , doctors are the bests
you got friends on high places
but nothing with you i would replace
this memory is too good to erase
maybe it wore just little bit of sadness
from your part , i dont mind because you always have my heart
because you made my heart , restart ...
i remember how martin brush my my hair and talk about brighton
he had been there to and he scroll down my blog and didnt like
what i like , he favorite swedish guys - the only one i like is Håkan
talked about the food , karaoke and but mostly i remember that him
brush my hair and teeth - wasnt that sweet ?
Im not sure if i remember him , correct but in my dream it was perfect
how he went out the window like a flight nurse
and how i sat in zedds braces like a kangaroo
dont quote me on this , it just be a dream
but it make quite a lovely poem
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