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Oct 2018
Oh God im so impatient
But I'll wait if that means we make it
Wait till the clock falls off the wall
Sit till the paint dries in the hall
I'll wait impatiently, oximoronically

Where is your sense of rhythm?
I can't seem to find your pattern
Oh time get it together
But I'll wait impatiently, relentlessly

Moods rising, moods falling
Calendar cycles churning
I said i loved you
You said you did too
And thats why I'll wait impatiently
terminally alive
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