You say.. it's just a model of thinking

If we exist in a daydream

Then there can be no mistaking

What are you saying?

Did you not even wait for me?

I'm touched you're crying out for help

I'd lost some symmetry myself

All this fragility's been leaning on my health

I might just fold into my self

You say... that your reality's hazy

and so you weep like a baby

You think I'm not even listening

What are you craving?





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