These Frequencies from Hollow Heart by Guy Capecelatro III & Liz Parmalee

These Frequencies

I have tell you that it’s way too hard
But you don’t think it is
Worried that you’ll find my hollow heart
All filled with cheese whiz

I met you at the planetarium
But I was way too high
The laser light show was a revelation
My face in a permanent smile

You told me that the weed you copped
Was only grass and twigs
But I was eating a peach I got
Staring at your skinny legs

Looking upwards at the city sky
Wondering where were the stars
Then you asked me to apologize
I’d pushed it way too far

Street lights shone through the park
We shouldn’t be here after dark
I know there’s lessons to learn
But I’m a chicken that has been burned

Can you feel the frequencies
Careening through our bodies
Can you see the satellites
That only come out at night

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