if i could open my mouth wide enough for a marching band to march out, they would make your name sing and bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.
i wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time. oh what a beautiful view if you were never aware of what was around you.
and it is true what you said, that i live like a hermit in my own head. but when the sun shines again, i'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.
sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound. but while you debate half empty or half full, it slowly rises. your love is gonna drown.
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