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My head is spinning not from love but from the alternation
I must be learning, what a way to waste an education
Time moves so slowly when you’re idling in reverse
I think I’ll find a way to quantify this curse
A spurious variable to negate the words you say
A bitter sip, a Freudian slip, I can’t come out to play
Devoted to the words that might preserve my sad creation
An allusion to some foreign film, too bad it’s flawed at the foundation
You know I hate the white noise but the silence is much worse
We bridge the beige striped gap that on our own we can’t traverse
All our dreams and all our schemes went up in flames one day
My brokenness, your emptiness, the ashes of clichés.