Casual SWAG

He was a looker, you’ve got to give him that
When he came in on a horse all dressed up in black
And I was a hooker, to catch the fish
I look at them all but they all live
But this time it was different, this time it was fresh
This time was the very best yet
And I’m not really sure of what I started
But its been hell on earth since we parted
Maybe I caused it, maybe its him
Maybe in the end love will really win
Or maybe we’ll sink like all the rest
Into the normal instead of the best
Because I’ve always been made for chasing the sky
And now a galaxy spins in his eye
Of far flung places I’ve never been
Do you think reality could be a dream?

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