Somehow silence is more good than speech

He’s been good to me in holding back all the awful things he should have to say to me

But I still get lost and need to hear him

I can’t explain it and I won’t because I feel like

Easy

So easy

But the difference

It’s not a difference though

One has more emphasis on the differ

Than the feren

I drink every night to your continued success

Don’t go there

Undo the ties and whisper something else

I’m lonely

So here’s another day

Spent away from You

Another night spent on an Ocean Avenue.

And my heart? I hope to die.

I hope it dies.

But what could be mattered

Why do I need it

Make is something else because by the end I’m right back where I was

Higher

If my beating heart is the bet

I hope Hermes loses.

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