and all my wounds, they turned to gold
and I kissed your hair
once again, immobilized
with a faraway gaze
and the phones
and the conversations
and the ratrace
fades away
completely
it's times like these that I want to get up from my desk, get in my car, and just drive away forever. throwing the things that didn't matter out the window along the way.
and I'd walk a mile on this broken glass
to fall down at your feet
sweet violins
sweeping me
your voice
tangles with my regrets
and dreams
oh, stop talking to me
it's useless
I can't hear anything
but this
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