we should grow up

Notice of absence from mmoonshine
i’m here for a good time, not a long time.

no calls,

just text messages,

it’s weird when we can’t communicate as easy,

back in our ages


you play the blind,

and i’ll play deaf,

it’s the reason why things go left,

especially when we’re never right

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