I wanna know your ways,
the way you move, I hesitate. Got me thinkin', got me tired. I can't even feel myself, because I can't remember what it feels like, when you felt me. Uneasily numbed, by the sudden separation. Only sparks I feel aren't sober, only good I feel is pain, I wanna know your way of oblivion, so I can make it through the day. Like an anchor sinking under, down to depths I cannot see; I always had this faith in you, you never had in me. The last I heard was questioning, of your questions themselves. Always leaving room for chances, putting problems on a shelf. I wanna know your ways, the way you move, I hesitate. Got me thinkin', got me tired. I wanna know your way of oblivion, so I can make it through the day.
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Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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