to be out from under
to be yours again
tearing this asunder
talking
let this final line of light fold underneath
with resolve supine,
a mouthful of yesterday
is all thatÿs now left to say
and
it's beyond me how i could have missed
it wasn't supposed
i've been feeling beat and brokenhearted
don't want to complete the
walking it hand in hand and free while you're impacted
don't
i need to start up again
something to get me excited
places
the red follow pink
voices and eyes trembling tell you
of my
mixed up month
and too soon to be over me and
driving nowhere
driving fast
and the days are fl ying past
my momentum
at the big blue summer noon
from this tiny space
window parts
goodbye to what if
hello to never
so long to someday too
just
this one i can beat
this one i'll survive
if i could
reflecting in quiet places where you haunt
the unsuspecting
you're almost everyt
side the lake and spokes go round
this way make through
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