Foxes In Fiction - Jimi Bleachball

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I saw my best friend counting his heartbeat
I saw the best days wasted on sleeping in
Try hard to feel it, mind has now wandered
Hands meant to hold hands, kept from the cold, I don’t know
Kids riding two lives, swung from the branches
Kept in our backyards, soon to be sunsets
Oh summer blister, smoking in the van
Go down together, the pavement we’ve conquered