she sky was an orange colour, and starting to fade its hue,
just like you and me, or at least i do.
i just sat there in my car alone,
in the driveway of my home,
and i guess i just didn't know what to do next,
because you make this confusing,
and you make this do damn,
and somehow you make me want to endure it,
even though every nerve that i have says
just to run.
but i don't what to feel.
my distractions are not real,
and i can't find the time to sort any of all this out,
'cause i don't want to think
about it, or about you,
but somehow you just work your way into the back of my mind.
fuck you for all this,
and fuck you for this fortress
that i had to build around myself, that's slowly crumbling down.
i thought i was safe, but i have been mistaken.
the walls around me are breaking,
but no motive is clear.
no need to fear,
i think i see a rescue plane lingering above the clouds,
but i'm not sure.
it could just be a bird.
i guess i'll have to remember that every bruise
is just a hickey from the universe.
i'm not sure.
i never will be sure.
i'll have to remember ever bruise
is just a hickey from the universe.
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