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On your old street and behind the sea. Our friends had gone swimming out too deep. Stumbled doings in the night When you'd taken me apart. Only to never put me back together right. When I'd known where you were. I would have to kiss like I'd had to breathe. But strange winds are blowing me. Back to your door. And I would crawl back on my hands and knees But you don't live there anymore.

I'm lucky to be under the same sky as him. But I haven't ever been any good at waiting my turn. The right thing to say always escapes me and I'm tired of self editing. But press me and I'll plead the fifth. Around the back of the party smoking against bricks. I know everywhere we've ever been hiding. But if when I turn then you twist and when I beg you resist. You know all my secrets. You know where it hurts and that's where you hit . You've no interest in finding me, there's nothing inside me you're going to miss. I've only played chess once, and I lost.

At your house I could've left if it weren't for unsaid obligation. The city invaded into you place in oppresive shades and I remember looking up at the ceiling begging to God To help me get you off. I couldn't find my pants afterward again. I wished we were friends so we could talk, but the silence proved otherwise. Yesterdays underwear was an inadequate disguise for hung-over, lonely and bruised.

Moving on makes my heart feel like a stone, rewards of action simmer down into heavy unpalatable distress to tag along with my measurable progress. Why are all these steps toward yet formed goals feel they're travelling in the unexplainedly wrong direction? Truly directionless, Structure is pointless When you don't know where you're going. But I know Patricia knows best regardless so I press on and swallow down demands for some explanation.   Nothing much has changed since I cut my hair and changed the clothes I own, but every night I've got page after page of to write down. Words are different, devoid of inflection of tone. I have no emot

If I had known you had lost your faith I would've thought to have left first. But you've never trusted anyone with your own thoughts. How many have you fitted into the months that turned into a year? Maybe you wouldn't be so alone if you'd let yourself care