Bring it with you or don't, but save a piece for me.
This nervous reaction, is what I come back to,
as I stutter through each moment.
It always comes back to this.
The song skips, stuck on a single lyric
we will never escape from.
It's running your fingers down a brick wall,
in a room with no windows
just ten lonely square feet.
Describe it in words only a child would understand,
but it's always the same melody
concealed by false covenants...
the vagaries of life.
Our presience should be trusted,
as gut feeling ignored, can alter which piece you take,
or which note will repeat itself in hopeless redundancy.
Take care which piece you choose.
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