The cracks in my ceiling
Create in me a cameo view
Your face is hidden there
I'll extract the thoughts
I've become so ill
Ill of seeing your world
Collapse beneath your feet
It's going to turn up
You don't see the light
You tried to warn me
I will continue to return
Unfortunately, I'll keep it up
Surely you're gonna find me
Stuck inside your veins
Discover joy within you
Show that fact off again
I did it all for you
Yesterday has become home
The pastiche of you and I
It's organized itself out
There's no closure here
Show me the ending of
That privelage I deserved today
If your brown eyes come running
Back to me they return
If you still need me here
I'll let you know where to
Go from there.
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