no more sand in my scalp
the taste of ocean breeze has clense itself of me
my tan is fading
there are no other hints to prove where i've been
and i'm still unsure of where im going
my roots have become lighter and shorter by the minute
i want to replant myself somewhere
but im not used to the dry air
i am thirsty for something that might quench my heart
take me home
to white sand beaches covered in white tourist
i dont care
just take me home
tonight i want to pretend i was never here
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