goodsturn it up louder because i cant stand to hear the sound of my own thoughts right now, I can't stand to hear another tale of loves lost, or even one more arpeggio of heart brake, I need to take some time to stop from hearing what you've got to tell me, because if that were the case, the tales were true, then how do i get out of this alive knowing the difference between what i thought and what i knew, this has gone way too far, there have been too many sleepless nights filled with silent tears of lies understood.goods
hyperextensionI'm waking up late again, and sleeping to dream...hyperextension
coffee never tastes strong enough on a monday morning, stuck between, what to do and what can be done,
pick up that phone, or return the rerun, sitting staring at the sun, waiting for a time that has not yet begun, so I turn tail and run,
illegitimate ambiguous responses illicit less questioning than the truth, so i'll just stick with that...see what what light breaks through, while partially inebriated, partially subdued, from the basement to the roof, this sparkling starlight reproach is uncouth,
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chicken shitits simply untrue,chicken shit
all of this subtext that seems to be perforating my fragile docile trance like state,
you see this is comfortable to me, I dont have to reach up too high and risk straining my neck while, reaching for my piece of the sky, nor do i have to bend down so low to pick up the pieces, pieces ive left there for sometime now, and take a chance of maybe tweaking my back, because ive got a feeling that if i am forced to stop and look around, ill find that par just doesnt satiate my steadily snowballing desire to relate.
Im sure if maybe say i hocked my winter boots id have a full tank of gas and wher
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