J Bengoy - Bleached

Forest underneath my feet
You were chasing on my heels
We were so young and naive
Didn't know just how to feel

We were singing, "Who are you?"

Walking up from Old Oak Drive
Looking down from Shepard Hills
The thought that we might have made eyes
Was more than I could have concealed

"Who are you?"

It was so serene
Hanging from those trees
Clothes all stained with bleach
Thinking funny things

"Who are you?"

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