I feel fake
I do
so that’s how hot your cheeks can get, huh?
I’m sorry,
I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
that’s not enough, is it?
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
how about that?
still won’t do, I guess
imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimfakeimsorryims
orryimsorryimsorrypleaseimsorrybelievemeimsorryiknowyoudoimsorrydearsorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrycome
sfromsorrowandsorrowcomesfromsoroworsorweandthatcomesfromsorhorsorsorgandthatcomesfromsurgoandtha
tcomesfromswerghandthatmeanstowatchoverortoworryandthat’swhatIdowhenIthinkaboutyoulookatwhatIwrough
tatthatwallofsorrowthatwallofworrywithbarelyspacebetweentobreathesoyou’ddefinitelybeabletosmashyourheadini
fyouweretochargeitheadfirstsobetterdon’t
I didn’t mean to
I swear
my dear
I swear
I won’t say it three times

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morning’s bright
the light is ringing
faces tingling
nothing’s changed
the sun’s walking shadows
from street to street
on pearly strings
their heels glowing
so quietly you can
barely hear
where the amber sea
licks the pavement
life starts thawing
urban meadows
knuckling their eyes
stretching dried-up skins
crackling, cackling
beneath the porch
winter’s leaving
winter was leaving
but you couldn’t wait.