Smile for me beautiful, you look like a star
Shine up this land filled with more stress and scars
Hold my hand harder for this life is too much
If this was more we would be closer than friends
Tonight I feel dead and your phone is m.i.a
On the road searching for our soul, funny how we always end up in bed
Four in the morning and all I want is you
Fell for it, fell hard for the art in her heart
In the morning wake and baking to the sight of your perfection
The stretch marks that make your ass a work of art
Your company is bliss, self medicating you your addictive essence
Trust issues and heart issues we shoot for the moon for nothing holds us back
I see you now from the corner of my eye seated at the corner of the bed being the center of attention
Shining bright, illumination of the art in her heart
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