there is a couple of me
and a couple of everyone else
wandering through the streets
unknowingly searching for their other selves
the wrong one of me
found the right one of you
and I should apologize
for wasting your time
I made rain in a room
while the night brightened the moon
enhancing my reality with clouds
hoping my thoughts would take me to you
I believed that I deserved that gloom
it was alcohol and the blues
that fed the meaningless fuse
leading me to find the right one of me
that might still be searching for the right one of you
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 2:09 AM UTC
there is a couple of me
and a couple of everyone else
wandering through the streets
unknowingly searching for their other selves
the wrong one of me
found the right one of you
and I should apologize
for wasting your time
I made rain in a room
while the night brightened the moon
enhancing my reality with clouds
hoping my thoughts would take me to you
I believed that I deserved that gloom
it was alcohol and the blues
that fed the meaningless fuse
leading me to find the right one of me
that might still be searching for the right one of you
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