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I've been a feature here for four years now. You're an armchair or a doormat Once you've been around awhile. I wanted fresh breath and a brand new face. Maybe a companion just to take up space beside my side. But the "EXIT" light was on too long. "Eventually, they heed it or they just become fading notes in a song that we forgot we sung." Or at least that's what you told me... Or at least that's what I'll write here... And what about you...? It's a tangling grid of street names I      keep tangled on my tongue 3 inches under my eyes      (They ask directions). An end result of a series of      hasty, maybe-good decisions I made 4 years ago.      (Seek validation). And what about you...? There's a comfort here we can't escape, take two for granted and call to cancel coffee dates. There's an ease that breeds friendships like ours, Convenient and seasonal; Friendships that really aren't. "Rose Park" names our neighborhood A few blocks slant, we prob'ly shouldn't talk today... Similar coordinates A useless map. Mistake by any other name... Second chances, we won't get them. And I guess we don't deserve them. The State's an acci-      dental sigh. The town's a too-comfortable lie. And you, I guess are just another neighbor of mine.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
Placebos Rebranded
I've been a feature here for four years now. You're an armchair or a doormat Once you've been around awhile. I wanted fresh breath and a brand new face. Maybe a companion just to take up space beside my side. But the "EXIT" light was on too long. "Eventually, they heed it or they just become fading notes in a song that we forgot we sung." Or at least that's what you told me... Or at least that's what I'll write here... And what about you...? It's a tangling grid of street names I      keep tangled on my tongue 3 inches under my eyes      (They ask directions). An end result of a series of      hasty, maybe-good decisions I made 4 years ago.      (Seek validation). And what about you...? There's a comfort here we can't escape, take two for granted and call to cancel coffee dates. There's an ease that breeds friendships like ours, Convenient and seasonal; Friendships that really aren't. "Rose Park" names our neighborhood A few blocks slant, we prob'ly shouldn't talk today... Similar coordinates A useless map. Mistake by any other name... Second chances, we won't get them. And I guess we don't deserve them. The State's an acci-      dental sigh. The town's a too-comfortable lie. And you, I guess are just another neighbor of mine.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
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