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giving up on you

Pontiac

Paranoia

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Marty

An indie hit that takes all the sounds of summer and compiles them into a 3 minute bonanza!

Socks and Sandals

Pale pink buds lined up along the railroad tracks,
Swelling in the gentle wind until they finally bloomed.
On a day like this, just taking your hand
And walking side by side
Feels like it might let me understand
At least one thing for sure.
Hey, someday I want to try putting this heart into words.
Right now, there’s nothing I feel at a loss about,
Nothing I can’t handle.
The breeze warmed by the sunlight
Is so clear it dyes the grass and trees a golden color,
And yet it remains transparent.
I pull my hand out of my pocket
And see the wristwatch you gave me.
As the veil of dusk falls,
The first star appears in the evening sky.
Now it feels like a distant tale—  
That month when we met, like a reunion from long ago.
It seems the speed of time
Has changed since that day.
Hey, someday I want you to tell me your feelings, too.
I even wish for a kind of magic
That lets me understand you just by being near.
The city lights begin to glow,  
Light leaking from the windows,
Flowing across the river’s surface,
Clear enough to reflect our hearts.
Hey, someday I want to try putting this heart into words.
Right now, there’s nothing I feel at a loss about,
Nothing I can’t handle.
The breeze warmed by the sunlight
Is so clear it dyes the grass and trees a golden color,
And yet it remains transparent.
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