I like your shadow better than I like you. And oh, I'm terrified of what I'm jumping into. I'm scared, you're excited. I'm filled with dread, and you're delighted. It's been so cold and wet outside. But when you call, we'll all run and hide. My sight won't work for things so far away. Somehow I still see you every damn day. We're getting distant in the back of my mind. And oh, your reality isn't that far behind. Maybe this is boring. Maybe I'm bipolar. But singing to you is like ripping out my molar. I'm sorry that I don't know what I want all the time. I'm sorry that I'm horrible at speaking in rhyme.
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