Finding my thoughts,
as I gather the right words,
here I am listening loudly,
as you speak so calmly.
I'd let you take me to hell,
just to hold your hand,
one last time.
And now I'm missing the days,
when I didn't have to stare at the ceiling,
with all the words in my throat,
no wonder you find me misleading.
Won't you turn off the engine,
roll up the windows,
sit in silence, alone, with me.
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