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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