Why is it war?

Singing beside him

Slightly disconnected

We aren’t singing together

We’re singing different stories

It’s not the same song

I can’t quite relate

He’s coming back

So this means war

Pull out your jetpacks

Yeah I don’t know

I haven’t seen you in so long

So

So I stand on a castle of glass

Flying away to novae and washing the poisons into the celestial river

I listen to you breathe hoping you will continue to do so

Chasing you in a song you don’t sing

You don’t sing

He’ll never see

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