the split
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somehow...it happens on the split, You & I in love Leaving just a teeny little crevice Where we could crawl out of it If we wanted to, but don't think of where Huddled up on a closet shelf, is there room for thoughts up there? Didn't you notice breath makes light stuffy, and the scarcity's only the air...? Think I realized way before you that it was becoming a game This love of ours <closetly> the uniforms all hung dressing us up tho we're not the same... As any one of them Remember how you'd come home, heavy and tired? and I would rub your shoulders down roll over on top of you and just exhale you'd breathe in, going slow because we both know my habits, like me, are frail There are people outside the apartment, in their hurries and their cars What I love about you is I don't have to take my time, I can always take yours Doesn't matter where we go, because we always come so far... And there are people inside that talk so loud and bang up our thinning stairs Trying to drum out their own commandments When they should be on hands and knees Searchin for traces of prayers They don't interrupt us in our dreamy room-shaped room we just have our own affairs... Because you & I on love Is a ride we take when we split

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