Crunchy Ice


I told him, baby, let's

go back to our childhood

Go back to those years of playing games.

Let’s go back to those better times when,

this hell, our life

could never erupt in flames.

We’d spin around, touch the ground,

lemonade, crunchy ice.

secret handshake, safe & sound.

clap it once, clap it twice

And he pressed pause; fast forward & stop

at present day; began again from the top.

We’ll fight around, another round

die alone without a sound

cans of beer, topped with ice

smoke in secret, stand your ground.

arrested once, arrested twice.



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