Somewhere in Georgia in a driving rain I mis-placed our cloak and dagger. Drops of rain pelting the windshield with convictions. Been feeling like a thief in a sleeping town. Locked my hope away because you're taking it all with you.
Bored in a minefield. The heavy heart that refused to come up for air... that's how I'll be remembered. I've been both, between a joke, and the pause before laughter.
You make me write again. I'm alive upon our death... but thank you none-the-less. Forced heart beat and all.
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