I want to know what all the french songs are about, and what that delicate whispering means. I want to be a ventriloquist and speak words of beauty and love, or even ugliness that just sounds pretty. ;)
i want to hold words on my tongue in the back of my throat, i want to unravel at the seams and know that words can be enough
can tell you
with more than letters
soldiers in a straight line
all in a row
i need breathing room now
i need to soar and climb and scream a bit
i need to find a way out of the rabbit hole I've been creating
the delusion that leads me right back to the very same spot
its 8pm and I've wasted the day again
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