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Feb. 24
the moonlight brings out the worst of me
but i love the bones in your wrists
and the veins in your hands.
but your clock says that i've spent too much time on this
all i've got left is to meet expected demands

and i could've sworn it wouldn't turn out like this
but if it was your word, you would've sworn by it
and i'll leave an open space, because i could always improve
and you'll leave fingerprints, because that's what you do.

minutes bring out the worst in you
but you love my shifting eyes
and my water bed back.
but that's why 'hello's' are easier than 'goodbye's'
and that's everything i've ever lacked.

I tried to write something you wouldn't expect
but the mold was just too easy to slip inside
and I tried to say something I wouldn't regret
but i could only come up with 'maybe's, or 'i lied'.
please hold my hands until my fingers go blue
and before you go you could still say you tried.

and i could've sworn it wouldn't turn out like this
but if it was your word, you would've sworn by it
and i'll leave an open space, because i could always improve
and you'll leave fingerprints, because that's what you do.