Stand up don't make a sound
Your ears might bleed out
These are sweet flourescent enemies
That live inside me
The world moves faster than I know
Not fast enough to not creep up on you
And the space we put between
So pull me under your weather patterns
Your cold fronts and the rain don't matter
Becuase the sun burns what I needed
Don't Say
"These currents are still killing me"
You can't explain
But the wind went and pulled me
Into this hurricane
You don't do it on purpose
But you make me shake
Now I count the hours 'til you wake
With your melodious breath
Breathe symphonies
Come on sweet catastrophe

 
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