Song #7 Sane

I touch my own skin and feel you there
Wonder how it'd be to breathe your air
It's catastrophic
The things you do by existing
I don't want it long term
Be my first and last fling?

I sense the tension in your words
And my verse
It grows worse
While I go mad with thirst.
To drink in your sorrows
With the feelings that I borrowed.

It's a good thing
I'm always numb
It's a better thing
I never fell in love
It's amazing
Until it gets me in trouble.

So go ahead and touch me
So I can smell and breathe you
Who said anything about leaving?
We're here, just me and you.
I -I never believed in this.
I-I will never let go of it.

So it's terrible
The way you move away
It's miserable
The way I never stay
It's heartbreaking
I see us buried in rubble.

I imagine this to be breaking the bubble
I wonder is my song so subtle
Would you see yourself in it?
Or would you not believe me?
Again.
I never pride myself at being sane.







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