Speak soft when there's nothing to say. You talk the talk. You speak in clichés, like post cards and mix tapes and the weight of the everyday. Twenty thousand tons of concrete conversation trips me up, catches me in a contradiction. I never thought they made shoes like this in my size. I'm hanging on your words. I'm chained to your stereo.
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