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There aren't any changes,
besides the fact I wish I felt
alive.
I'm breathing,
yet I already feel dead.
There aren't no changes
cause I keep going back to the same ****.
Day after day I'm sitting and waiting for the change but all that comes is the dwell
in the night.
Well honey,
there aren't no changes.
You'll think of me when you see clovers
When you hear jokes about Shrek,
when my twentieth birthday rolls around
you won't have the courage to call drunk or sober. When you hear Ed Sheeran's songs, it will remind you of how I went to his concert, you were mad as heck. You'll see Agnes from Despical Me and I will make way into your memory, you'll remember that I cared for you when you were sick, sad and alone, that you messed up and pushed my heart to roam. You'll think of the times we had and how it ended oh so bad, you may try to forget, treat me like **** but don't you see? Long from now something and somewhere will make you think of me.
I don't know where it came from
Maybe it was the unusual warm air in November
Or maybe it was the need to be known
But at the mention of you
Or the faint glow of another window
I'm spiraling back into:
Blood drive river bank lace your fingers into my hips
Cold air nausea never even been kissed
But don't you know I want you more than ever
Don't you know I'd like to try?
But I'm only everyone's open arms
And you're their American icon
Strolling through winter wheat
Blond, strong and smirking at me
And I'm hiding in my skin
Insecure and inexperienced and I know exactly why
Petrified at the thought of another drive home alone
Tender at the thought of trusting
Be gentle with me
Only after I'm bruised deep blue
Walk home with me
Only after the lights are shot out and you've faded back to gray
I have no stomach to explain passion and no armor to field my family's questions
Just the burn of my chest under my thin jacket
And the warmth of your hand on my skin
And I met you at the blood drive and I let you under my skin
Deep red they bled me dry as I gave you all I had within
I'm alive but I'm weakened
And you put the color back in my cheeks
And you supported me all the way home
So maybe I spiraled into this
Maybe I'm still scared from the nights spent sleeping alone
But in the warm November air
I'll let you in
Spiraling again.
Inspired by the office episode where Michael meets a girl at a blood drive.
Spring
time of life
growth

Death
from out
Life

Life
from out
Death
Vicious Cycle

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