Young

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I want to forget your every step backwards
I'd shout if I had enough of my
own words

Your guarantees mislead me
Reduce me. Believe me
This is never what I meant
You knew me better in a dream so far away
A noose a hair you left on my fucking bed
My neck is bound and bent to the
Words you expressed in love letters never sent
Swift as gossip and soft as a sketches
Holy motives I can't fathom
The young heart wretches

Running around
searching for
your touch your
scent memory
crudely my
lungs fill black
tar insides
far too much

I can't recognize you in pictures
Still to this day
We were born fractures
Breaking better everyday
You'll never be far removed
I want the hurt to never know
I want to ask you to come back home.

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from MMXIV, released September 25, 2014

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