rains around my head, this free tone
bumping sound rattling onto more words of what I never shared when I needed to
the first laundry situation, coming up with something besides sleep
repeat it to yourself
this is life
and be discreet with what you bear
I don’t know what it is besides these song lyrics all posing me in the greater direction
gave me time I know how I feel
now finding all the others while I was gone, I’m looking for you
And your little notes
Why say sorry?
That’s mine, I was gone.
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