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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