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seconds-we wait constipate as the hourswhich slowly draw by

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seconds-
we wait
constipate
as the hours
which slowly draw by

step inside , step inside
see the chaos which i try to hide
an open book, with a faded memory
our almost's are the only's that keep me alive.

fallen numbers
served on tv screens
constantly meaning 'something'
'cause everything seems to hide in plain sight.

step inside , step inside
our circus , we're all a little drained ,
from this stupid waiting game.
wretched little things are our hearts and our pride

step inside , step inside
can you take on my mess , my drowsy little mind?

tick tock on the clock ,
we wait for another breath ,
wait for my chest to rise and fall again.
wait for another hint , which suggests ,
that this more then a figment of my mind.

step inside , step inside ,
the heart in which my brokenness
and shallowness hides .
step inside , step inside ,
piece by piece i want to be claimed
by your own skin and bones .
i want flesh to touch my cold room ,
wake the memories inside of me ,
i want me to return ,
i want our lips to reunite.

18072018

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