I was wrong when I first tried to describe her
Her blond hair looked red from the light of the fire
And you’re always looking for proof
Feels like fighting in a telephone booth
There were stars and the sound of the crickets conversing
For that moment I suddenly felt so deserving
And I’m sorry you seem so betrayed
We’re a product of choices we’ve made
There are times when it seems like I’m floating in space
Like a rat vacationing inside a maze
There’s the sound of the air as it’s sucked from the room
I’m a needle hovering inside this balloon
Feel my pulse as it beats a meandering tempo
You whisper that your head is about to explode
And there’s never a way to maneuver
As you tug at the strands of my sutures
See the light as a string that connects to the moon
Like a path to the faith I’ve already consumed
And I watch as you’re washing your hands
As the universe contracts and expands
There are times when I feel like I’m floating in space
Like a rat vacationing inside a maze
There’s the sound of the air as it’s sucked from the room
I’m a needle hovering inside this balloon
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