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With Love,
02:25
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I imagine another's view
Watching how things work out with you
Cross the ocean, another land
Pen to paper we talk by hand
I watch you walk away played over and over again
And then I knew
I had to get out of that airport
Or some impending sorrow
Would swallow me up
I felt the need to run away
As if I couldn't be this anymore
I imagine another's view
Watching how things work out with you
Cross the ocean, another land
Pen to paper we talk by hand
Everyone walking turns to you walking away
And then I'm overwhelmed
With thoughts moving quickly
As they often do
How distance tears what's close apart
And ends to visits lead to starting
Over, Older, Once close clear to clouds
Cut colder till I exclaim that:
Yes, in fact I used to know her
Here now, fear now
We are different than we used to be
Can distance lead to more than physically divided?
I can't hide it I'm afraid that one day
You will look at me say "I see
only the fading, faint glimmer of the boy
that you once used to be"
Means to me you mean far too much
Forget far you are something distance cannot touch
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Isn't it funny how the strongest bonds are over scars?
Sharing our weakness, secrets, points of pride--our softest skin
Cut your skin, shave your head
Well I, for one, would mend your scars.
I would sew them up and stitch them tight and cover them in Neosporin or some disinfectant that could keep you warm so you won't have to scar again, you won't have to break your skin.
But as you've seen I'm skilled with scissors, swords, and daggers;
Anything to cut the world apart
The thing that makes us mortal is the thing we all must hide
There's no connect like disconnect, connecting over wires unconnected in our brains
Detecting only flaws, mistakes, and our exterior fakes
Not success or scores, but failures
Well we can share our blood and scars.
But unfortunately they won't bring us any closer
It just delays what happens next. Infecting us as silhouettes.
These scars were never permanent.
If I am the only one who's ever known
Then just like me you've grown alone
These scars were never permanent
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Bear
04:08
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I sat alone inside that house
I asked you three days straight but you just couldn't make time for me
Now ask if I'll make time for you
And I'll think of all the things you didn't do
I shut the door but left it unlocked
I never asked for this
Close the door but it still opens
Now that you're here, don't leave me
An empty space left in the mail
Are we less complete than we were before?
I think I lost the race you forgot first
My memory remembering curse
I've tried my best to keep everyone out
I shut the door, but I left it unlocked
I tried to barricade the sides but they were seldom blocked
Knocked down the walls and turn this into something you could learn to love. I hold that above all the other things I pretend to adore, existing more to be absorbed in only me let us escape from this monotony.
Living day-to-day routine, glean gloom quick, fast, soon. Time it doesn't matter what is changing so I gather. What's more I find that you're missing.
Have I lost you?
Well I guess it's time I met distance type two
I shut the door but left it unlocked
I never asked for this
Close the door but it still opens
Now that you're here, don't leave me
I didn't say that it'd be hard or easy
I didn't say there wouldn't be days that feel like distance is not the problem, there's just no one there at all
But when I said that I'd be there I swear that I believed at least half as much as you, but I refuse to let me become prime practitioner of distance number two
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