let's talk for a minute, we'll sit on invisible chairs
i'll stutter through thoughts, and you can pretend that you hear
but it won't take place because i can't stand the thought
of you pulling at your collar, i know it's not what you want.
disconnect, i'll converse with the dial tone
a repeating reminder of what's left to depend on
trying to pass the time
we'll throw our syllables around
and just as thoughtful as you are
i'll wonder what has kept them down
and this density left in the air
if you were consumed entirely, i'd still doubt that you'd care
you're living in a game where you're unable to backtrack
yet you revolve how you act around backstabs and stab-backs
and for the record on regrets, it's a strike for a strike
but when you let go of your diagonal make sure you don't get hit
''take back what you sold'', you don't want it anymore
''talk a little more'', or until your mouth is dry
''come a little closer'' just so you can push me away?
check your watch one more, as if you did this every day
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