You always stole all my last words.

Here's no exception then, one more for me to send.

And nothing happens in the end.

I'm thinking of you less, more concerned... and more is less, I guess it doesn't matter now.

Maybe we'll never go insane.

You always said we would, sometimes I wished we could with you lying naked in the rain and singing Boney M, cutting down all our old friends.

I talk to them again now.

So here's the last one I have left.

We fell a little deep, I watched you fall asleep.

And nothing happens in the end, but I remember when I could remember when.

Seems like a long time ago.




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