A permanent tryst that stays on my lips, may never leave, I guess that’s permanence
I’ve been so many different versions of my self how do they all love and hate you so much, never more or less
I want to kill you, I want to call you, I want to never speak to you again so I play a song that kind of makes it feel like we’re together again
I know how much you like to be perceived and I want to do that for you and shower you in compliments and feel so soused in the idea of you and how your eyes move and how your laugh sounds, when you’re laughing at me
We’ve been so many people, and so many more to go
will one of one of us be able to finally bury it I don’t think so
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