You are what I've wanted at the closest,
at the furthest
She keeps looking up and says,
"The sky is assembling an
one more rainy day serenade
and i tend to fall apart
when
My fingers are white like whispers
and the lips that consume
We haven't talked in a while.
I stare out the window,
Welcome to the last time
that You can buy my answer
When I wake up on fire
and get caught in the
I meant to see you one more time
in that white
Show me a light that doesn't go out
when the people
I can't be expected
to hold this up.
You're spinning tops
and when
And even after we all collapse in laughter
and all the
I'm tired of seeing you boxed up
in cardboard and army
i am so temporary
tell me i can sing to you
with
I've been tearing at this gauze over my eyes
and clanging
How vaguely we eschew complicity with You,
it's always run-arounds, excuses
an
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