This is crazy the way we are
The way we speak non-stop
but we're not saying anything
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Arms flailing
Waving red flags beneath the surface
of our casual conversation
Or are they white flags?
Begging to surrender to your quicksand atrophy
Pulling me under with this killer tension
Then the cannons fire
and the shit hits the fan
And the flags cease to wave
Because there is no wind
----
Only still thick air
Our words struggle to stay afloat
Breast stroke
Back stroke
Swim until it's over
Only trying not to drown
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This is crazy the way we are
The way we think with our hearts
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As if the central nervous system
has been severed in half
The tongue goes wild
Free from the mind's deadly undertow
and fear of regret and humiliation
----
But only pain seaps through
When mouths utter I Love You
And stammer to cover up passion
with casual conversation
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This is crazy the way we are
The way we speak non-stop
But we're not saying anything
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