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
I thought of writing you a song
in a tired repetition
of
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
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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