and so
i may still find my focus all tranced
into the shape of your lips
when you tell me those things
words you strain to find to say
and i have wanted for so long to hear
you can't quite say, don't quite have
and still i can not separate my gaze
from your lips, i become fingertips
and yes i do recall that sick and tired
of your nothing, shifting eyes
and always nowhere alibis
but alas no more
love do i cry
oh again again goodbye
these years, this lie
and i don't know why
i am still here
still here again
with you my friend
pouring out all of our remember whens
hazy reoccurring dream
sprung from a warmth in my belly
that made me sick so many times
but it creeps back in to my surprise
no matter how many goodbyes
can't know why
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