"This should work"
I scream I cry
And I clutch to these written down plans
But people don't always feel the way that a pen tells them to
And stay on this rainy diffuse island
It's so far to the shore and I am such a shitty swimmer
Where have I been these last four weeks
I hate it
I hate it
You scream for me
But I cannot come
And grip your hand
"I know the answers to all these questions I have"
"Then don't ask them"
Is this what the end of the world smells like
Your absence drawn snd quartered by my desires
And I don't know how to make these choices
We run through the new york streets in the rain
You slip you fall and I catch you nine times total
All it takes is a few mistaken words
Or pointless paranoid thoughts to bring this all to a crashing halt
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