These are the sounds of you that cannot sleep
Inside the noise of my tormented mind
I try to not exist as if I keep
Shutting my eyes to see how my dream rides
And when I wake with a lie on my lips
One that unties my tongue from the bondage
My only question is how I can live
Through a time where something about you comes
Like a summer of guns that come to fire
Before I am ready to leave our fun
The quiz of you holds me slightly tighter
Than the fevers that I have tried to kiss
Again, I am holding another’s hand
Again, I pretend to be who I am.
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