and I can tell no one
I wait patiently
for a friend to candidly confess
or this dam to just break, and flood everything
the lyrics of all songs warp into a melody I think you must hear
because they were written for you
you're sending me pictures of your hair
I'm out having fun
I'm in the street
I am laughing
I am taking pictures of my own
of my life
and there you are
a freight train
a pipe dream
all people and things around me fade so far away
almost to nothing
and so deeply it scares me
because it seems as if it is
where they should be
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