If this is all part of some plan
If this is all part of some game
If this is some self affirming notion
If this is all exactly what i think it is
Our phobias are the only conversation
I dont want to say anything right now
Smoke gets in your eyes
And loose hairs fall into a glass of water without ice
It's giving you a stomachache
Which comes as no surprise when you say that your head is throbbing
Or how tired that you are
Now loneliness has turned into a desperate thing
I dont want to think about that now

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