What year is it?
We're drunk on the beach in the cool afterglow
Where I found my mind more lost than I was.
Yeah kids, I'm still dreaming synesthetic!
You've got to jump on this...opportunity!
But let me take a second (because Pabst is in first place)
To cover my face in this satisfying guilt,
Headfirst into the waves for the thrill of a kiss,
The cresting waves beating my heart back.
The last thing I'll save is this lethargic promenade
As I stumble across the sand
And the sea pours out the light of God.
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