It's the sitting still that kills you. These small hours all alone, feline sleep just above your head - speaking messages you put too much worth into, and in turn think that you don't want to hear.
Shut out the voices,The worst part of it all is when you start to see shards of light breaking the darkness all around only to realize that the eclipse is the result of your hands over your own eyes; Mizaru, Kikazaru, Iwazaru.
Plug up the holes,
Doesn't this spinning ever stop?
It's just a question, isn't it?
Trip of the tongue and a well-worn smile?
Isn't this what you wanted (or didn't you know)?Just when you think that you're alright,
I'm crawling out from the inside
I never hurt anyone
I never listen at all...
[Listening to: Fugazi, "Repeater"]
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