is it a familiar feeling when your hands touch my skin
does it bring remembrance or a sense of dread
how old are you now that you forget yourself
draped in a mystery we wanted to pretend
hopeful in values you seem to believe
shouting graceful lullabies to passerby’s
so wound up on lithium you can’t cry
the truth still hurts when it’s hidden
your open wounds leave much to be desired
with a bleeding heart over a dying fire
who would let the sun go now
it was barely noon when you lied down
i can feel something if i try hard enough
but you give up when it doesn’t work immediately
like a locked groove i keep running into you
bound to be repeating the ending till you take me off
put on another one of your favourites
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ace mars lest july