Slowly been weaning myself off of you... I think it's finally here. You are quite different than I thought you were, and of course I can accept the fact that I was engulfed... engaged... taken... obsessed... reserved... but I didn't know it then. And maybe no one will ever know...
Oh Plato.
Stand up don't make a sound
Your ears might bleed
There's sweet fluorescent enemies
That live inside of me
The world moves faster than I knew
Not fast enough to not creep up on you
And the space we put between
So pull me under your weather patterns
Your cold fronts and the rain don't matter
Because the sun burns when I need it
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