I've tried to wash myself away
But the bubbles turned into eyes
I chained my ankles to the chair
I felt the depth inside your eyes
And every cotton candy simile
Only feels good beside you
But I cannot, transcribe, you.
I like to float through asterisked words
You've never hurt my back
I just keep you in my head, now
While you hold the bones in my back
But it's your worn out soul
That they drink like cheap white wine
You are everything that's fine.
My joints connect like magnets
Yeah, they're quick to fall apart
And your moods, they dance like leapfrogs
Though you always return to how you are
You keep two types of silence
I always imagine the worst
Go easy, just give me the first.
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