I’m ready for a new Frank Ocean album.
— Jamie P
Fallin inta birdsong song singing highways
So so aged these buildings rise up everywhere
Every day every night every day
So so angled to eights and digging my sidelong self
Dayless notes crumpled gifts in the gutter
Feel nightful by noon but nothing gaining
See that seeing and sawing grass slides
These raindrops glitter my forehead
This sunshine on dappled down my fingers
Glazelong figure a fine time this time
It’s only awkward if I forget me forgetting you
In the water again forgetting you
A circle of melted ice forgetting you
Circles of fire gonna light my way
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