just another familiar vision the kind I find when I’m inside my mind the usual tangos the same old dance moves and I’m too tired to lift my own legs so I’m left watching the world spin away waltzing and talking like the songs never stopping and there’s no reason to be afraid of the end but I’ve been lying to myself again and thinking too much about nothing so dancing doesn’t seem like the bright idea I’d rather keep walking than waiting to hear
I don’t want to hear you
when you’re calling out my name
because all I’m ever hearing
is you calling out my name
I don’t want to hear you
when you’re calling out my name
because all I’m ever hearing
is you calling out my name
and maybe there’s something living hidden underneath the wording but I know it no I doubt it I can’t tell
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and if I told you that I’ve never approved
never saw what you felt
was able to understand how
so many people fall under your feet
crawl to your knees and grasp for something
I don’t recall what made you seem
like a vessel for my jealousy
but these days and nights
these weeks and months
I’m tired of watching you break
I can’t stand to see you misused
it hurts me to know it hurts you
and I’m sorry I can’t make you change
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