i'll take your shots,
i'll take them right to the gut.
and i guess i'll be leaving now
if that's what you want.
and the car ride home will be awkward and silent.
yeah, the car rides home were always stupid and quiet.
no, it's okay, i don't really mind it.
and i'll wake up tomorrow at quarter past noon.
barely alive, but fresh and new.

i can color coordinate or fully recreate
my whole entire life or maybe
just maybe i've been longing for something
and i don't know what

and i've been trying to fit all these events in a time frame
as if i was born just to fit into some diagram.
so i'll read my books and i'll keep to myself.
getting more and more distant until i'm somebody else.
i'm taking my days and arranging them in ways
that no one could ever see.

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