This is your daily reminder
Not to look into the sun
And tell it stop fucking with your electronics
Because who cares if I’m awake?
Take him away take him away
Hyde
Don’t you tell me which of us is here you’ll never hear my answer
I sure as hell hope I’m your ghost I will haunt you forever just so you know
I am here
Damn it
Do you know I have to hear it?
I have to hear it and think it’s not you
Then who the hell is it?
Dear Hermes
Speak the fuck up
At least the DJ is on it
Oh never mind
It’ll be okay of course
Will the feelings one day be sweet?
Or will they always taste this acrid.
How am I supposed to love something so
So
And nothing to speak of the silence
The silence
Your silence
I hope I am your ghost.
Boo!
I just might love you to death.
And we all know how tragic that would be.
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