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i didn’t do it
      - and the skies didn’t shake
        and the ground didn’t break
        the whole world is still awake
so i realized
      - you can ask anything, you see,
        you can take what i give for free
        you can be who you want to be
but what I answer
and what I give
and what I am
are all still up to me
you’re still here
your clothes are still in the closet
your ***** dishes in the sink
but your mind isn’t near
it’s living in a parallel world
with its monsters for company
i speak but you can’t hear
some other voices fill your head
and you listen to them instead
i reach out but it’s clear
it’s hard to drag you back
from that place you have imagined
where perhaps you want to stay
why return to all this fear
when you’ve got a better place
somewhere where you can heal
without all the disgrace
your face is blank, your eyes don’t shine
you look at me but you see through
yes, your body is still here,
but not you
Tell me, brother of mine,
How many rules has
This world broken
How many secrets does it keep
Some so heavy they sink
To the bottom of the ocean
Like a million stones

Why are those stones left unturned
Washed away by the current
And in their place
Smaller secrets rise,
Lighter than feathers,
To the surface
Where unfair judgment
Awaits their return
Don’t speak*
For once, listen
To me as I seek
Guidance only
Your silence
Can give

Don’t touch
This once, just stay
I find comfort in the way
Cigarette smoke fills
The empty space
Between us

Don’t run
For once, just hold on
To everything this cannot be
Trading secrets ‘til dawn
Playing this game
Until we’re free
Summer sky
It's warm outside
Between the trees
Where we both hide
And tell our stories

I fell for you
Your own meteor
With a burning heart
Catch me before
We part

The hatch is open
Let's float in space
Our problems so light
This is our place
We shine, so bright

Float, float away with me tonight
and too late you remember
you were not raised by wolves
but by vicious humans
and their family ties
are not made of
nylon threads
strong and colorful
everlasting
but of cotton
softer, yes,
but easy to break
Nostalgic
Is the dreamer
Who keeps going back
To a time before
His brightest dreams
Became
His darkest nightmares
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