Clear sky

I guess I should be relieved,

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,

People change,

These things happen,

And maybe for...

A reason?

But as I look back,
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...

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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