Please stop and listen to the sound of collisions
Taking shape right where they are……………………….
I’m in no shape to form
Doesn’t stop me from forming, reloading my army
Won’t last, laying there beneath the stars
What’s real anymore, the look on your face last time I was in your embrace
about drug me through the door
On the ground just a noun shouting to take form
No regrets no re do’s
Temporary canaries in red canoes floating down
This imaginary road, no more I Love You’s
I guess I can be whatever I want now
As soon as I can put my feet back on the floor
Trying to remember how to shape this form
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