It’s all too good,
when you can’t believe it
It’s the worst when you’re dancing
and you already know it’s going to end
I wish I can fall upon something timeless
Somewhere i didn’t feel a tug
or the ribcage, pressed upon the kiss of death
Sometimes I feel a woman saying something
to the other end of the room
where another woman is sitting
yet she is trying to convince herself
I have come to believe everything is for ourselves
no pun intended but develop healthy obsessions
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