between the hours of 2 and 4 in the morning
when my eyelids start to get heavy and my mind slows down
you've gone to sleep long ago but i'm still here
i sift through pages of versions of love and lust
reading other people's interpretations of how to live
being told to "go out there and make something happen"
because "life is short" and that "i'm young so i can do anything"
but truthfully if i were to "go out there and make something happen"
the only thing i can think to do involves the longest line of rope
and enough coordination in my hand and eye
to tie that rope around your heart and pull you back here
while i lie awake in the darkest room
feeling this distance more than ever
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