Monday, November 21, 2011

The Switch

If it existed, I'd probably flip it off and leave it there for a while
Content with the silence
Passionately still and unfeeling
I swear in my head it all made sense
Eighteen and a light shade of jade
But I don't quite disbelieve
If we could just look up and see things for what they were
And let them disappear
Jotting down your thoughts like a form of therapy
Writing all over the sky like it will get you by
Pretending is your favorite art
Because if you felt what you faked
You'd be experiencing something real
Instead of wishing you could feel

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