Your voice is stuck in my head
Like a dream or a nightmare
I don't know which it will be
As I drift off in my bed,
Out of nowhere
It comes to haunt me,
Like it's pitched a tent
A few words for stakes
Driven deep into my mind
And I wonder what silence
To my heart could have ever meant,
Like all the chosen words on birthday cakes
Would a deeper understanding ever find
In the depth of this pretense,
That this is only by the night
When I know you are there every day
Between every word I say
Such is my plight
But unlike those who seek a remedy
I welcome every shot
Like a Kennedy,
Give me all you've got...

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