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I see the red but nothing happens
I look up, but I can't do that
I pinch myself, it didn't hurt
I'm not dreaming, am I?

I look outside, the neighbor's wall's too white
It stung my eyes, I thought I'd cry
Good thing I didn't, or they'll ask why
Please don't ask why

I turn the faucet on, nothing flows
I know I paid the bills
I'd pay the bills twice if I had to
I just need the faucet to work

I took a bath, the water's nice
I don't have a bath tub though
I wish I did, so I could see
How my sins would turn the water opaque

Let the water fall
I heard there's a waterfall
Somewhere there's a waterfall
I need to get there

I see the black but nothing happens.
reaching a point of feeling complete emptiness; you feel nothing but ironically you feel so **** sad at the same time; you’d like to cry but you just couldn’t
between me and you
in the game of I love you
you call dibs on "too"
97th day and you called
******* the marrow off my bones again
Your voice was hoarse I recalled
Faded like your back as you moved and I stood
Stationary cause I know no step forward could
Make you look back and so I stood
Stationary like the sadness that eats me whole

Forgot to do the laundry again
Or maybe i didn't
There are traces of you on them
Is it wrong if I leave them there
Stationary with the scent of your cologne
But I don't wanna leave them there
Stationary with the rotten smell of another

No, you can't just come back
You don't have the keys anymore
Or maybe you can
Should I lend them to you
Go away, no, stay
I don't know, just go
What am I to you
What am I to you

I'm sorry I look **** I haven't been sleeping really
Please say I still look pretty
Are you here to apologize
I guess you should
I'm a mess, I'm sorry.
Kiss the back of my hand again, darling
Then leave it untouched until I miss your lips enough to make my heart ache a bit
That won't take long, I swear it won't
Your hands tousle my hair, un-tousling a day so tousled
I think you're a panacea

The eyes that bore a hole through mine onto the wall behind
Are the eyes that halt my breathing
The same pair that inspires my lungs to inspire
I shall look at them until this flesh expires
I've found my panacea

You move like the gods enraged by uttered blasphemies
You move with gentleness of the warm early morning light kissing my eyelids
You move so you could take the air I'm supposed to breathe
You move so I could take it back from your heavy exhales
I've never been so sure
You are the panacea
for the demi-god who rules the waters in me

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