every single day dealt seems like a week's been cast
here, there and gone and it happens too fast
every week turns into moments, and moments are the days past
when did the apple fall off the tree?
since the day i left myself behind
the day was young and the air was cold
i make gestures i never knew i had
characteristics i swear i do not own
the sky turns to gray and i can finally see my reflection
when the rain falls the cardhouse disappears
like the stars in the sky
i'm always running, always walking away from what i want most
the fact i can't walk away without triple checking the locks
words are just words when you're miles away
but they aren't just words between you and i
maybe the sun will set on you and me
the days don't dare tell me when to sleep
the nights need not remind me of what i'm lacking
my mind glazes over heavy issues,
my heart holds on to mindless teases.
what is the thing that seizes my motivation?
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