Open book, and out it fell
A business card to mark the spell
Can you tell me why you chase all your tails
Then chew them off without
falling in love with feeling like Braille?
Oh, the things I chose not to see
The girl I tried not to be,
So close to reality.
Oh the things we tell ourselves,
they’ll kill us in time
Oh the things I tell myself,
they keep me confined
I am a moth without wings
With eyes for ears, no song to sing
Reaching for the glow
Then there’s you, candle-faced silhouette
I cannot trace you out in this place
I do recall when you said
You would not light the waterbed
If I wasn’t there to blow it out.
Oh the things we tell ourselves,
they’ll kill us in time
Oh the things I tell myself,
they keep me confined
So I hail a cab to take me away
To where the rivers flow
with letters of your name
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