While We’re Young
You see it comes out
I didn’t put it there
And I’m not
We usually converse at a border
Whether it’s tradition or just your comfort
And you can’t say my name shut in silence
How could I not be lost without my guide?
It should be clear I need a translator so why are you so far away?
Of course it’s a letter in the lines from this stupid poet who can’t use real words
Working secret messages into messages that have nothing to do with me
I’m so tired of crying I just want to stop
You’re not real and between the lines is an empty space to remind me
There’s no one asking for me or my heart to speak
It’s all meaningless
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