That the air is cleared,
But in the cleaning slates,
We got something heavier on our plates,
It seems that you're confessing creates,
Some kind of change,
I used to think,
With you in sink,
With you in sink,
People change,
These things happen,
And maybe for...
A reason?
But as I look back,
With every sneak attack,
With every sneak attack,
It occurs that it can't,
How could the reason,
Not involve me,
When it was supposed to be,
You and me...
How could I get washed out,
And turned off,
When you spoke about words,
To only dream about...
To only dream about...
Like love?!
A word so dangerous,
The thought of it scared me,
How could it be,
How could it be,
That even if it was a movie,
The curtain was closing in,
On the 'we',
That might have existed,
If our logic wasn't so twisted...
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