You stopped making sense
Every morning, you come back to life again
Applying bobby pins and a foolish grin
Alcohol brimming from the clothes you're in
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Its an effort to care, to open up to you
You're scattered across the course
You're resting on the torn roof
While two years before
I leaped and no one knew
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I'm calling from the phone, only for the last time
Words fail me all the time, still you go on the line
I'd rather you not worry or compare to my strife
So I'll call from the phone for the very last time
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You're like a necessary drug
Repeatedly pumping in my veins
Occupying your borrowed space
I embrace, I cage myself within
Vowing never to drift out & in
After the moment with you
Stepping on your toes
My feet are dizzily heaving
Squeaky clean denim jeans
Become filthy wet strings
Even though I aim to please
I just mess up these things

The water tosses saddles within the mist
Scribbling a mesmerizing sunshine of gold
The rest is in her head, as it tail spins
Cold ankle shivers, waking waves of snow
Easing the sniffling sipper's imprisonment
Beneath the bungalow

Born within a terrible mess
Nothing lasts in your sleepyhead
Music dashes your thoughts to bits
By some sort of gnawing loneliness

Your composed of broken bones
Dethronement shifting within control
Enclosed are senses so unknown

You are now a means to an end
Though your wonderful view is hidden
The shine lifting you, bent and dimmed
By some sort of gnawing loneliness

You're beautiful across the room
With the skunk next to you
Though you'll never discover
That I could be your lover

At your place
You suspend my coat and my ethics
By then i'm entering my stealth
Working on selflessness
Because you may hound
Because you may roam
You may find these unskippable moods all alone
You may find that i'm not a bird lifting trees and stones

I love the emptiness hidden within this room
Until it's dark, then the emptiness tortures us

*Take the periscope
Read my skinny wrist
Please
Don't run away
I can't make you stay