Looked all night for your shitty car but you never showed up
So I counted all the stop signs we kissed at… hoping that a number the the name would make it as insignificant as all the nervous cigarettes and fake phone calls used in human avoidance.
Darkened pathways on bitter November night led me here I demanded we finish this race.Admit you like it..or at least..like the way I make you not alone. At eighteen we became anchors and you never did tell me if you'd ever cut this ship loose…you never said the circle connects somewhere.
Ill stay. I will choke on every bad joke and stretch this silence into a jet trail I will stay…just show me this disproportional concept of fate and when it’s all over…I’ll try to find things as beautiful as you left here.
Your shaking skins putting out Morse code saying come back go home I may never know which way to go but until these chemicals settle I gotta create something stable. How do I brave it when all the details got blurred in the syllables and there's something more to this just Ive grown out of so many things….whats one more worn out soul?
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This one was for someone very important and I hope she reads it one day
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