Oil

The days are going on
the lunacy and the trouble
of all this love
and of all the times
were OK
were broken most days
your mess is my oil
im rolling in problems
and my heart
needs your posion
to victory lap
your place takes me over
you did my habit sober
you said Evan push harder
your my flowing love
the kiss of Jupiter
one week were sideways
next week were problems
and of all the days
were OK
most days were falling
bricks laid
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