We Memorize Nine Numbers And Deny We Have A Soul

"This went out last season," she said.

And I only wish that you could realize it isn't always about you.

Oh by the way... if it was about me, I'm sorry that I mean anything to you. It's crazy that I mean something at all these days.

It's not crazy to remember, but to you everyday is an excuse to forget. We both know that along with the truth I could run circles around you if I really wanted to. But since my lungs aren't built for this... I'll let it go.

With my hair messed up and my hoodie zipped up I don't see the point. I got a way to get away from you. But it still seems as if you are following me.

Figurative language doesn't make any sense and I have forgotten where I am. Time changed but your still the same.

You've got people on your side that you never liked from the beginning, and today I swear something new is starting.

work.home.hide.lie.sleep.repeat.

And if all you ever wanted was a response then I guess I am doing the right thing. Stubborn and stupid are not far off from each other in the dictionary.

If I could put everything in my life to a song would you know the words?

I think I hear the tapping of rain on the roof but only in my head because I wish it so. I have some romantic idea of myself in some dirty apartment in Paris writing words that will be critically analyzed and translated into languages from countries that I didnt even know existed. But this isn't France in the 30's and I don't have the knack for that kind of wit.

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