Watching you walk away
is like standing in front of a burning house
Hands in my pocket
Weights in my shoes
I should be screaming for help
I should be trying
But sometimes houses need to burn to the ground
If we both stop steering the ship.
Does the universe save us?
Or do we float out into oblivion
Pass the point of no return.
I keep expecting you to leave me a letter
I check my mailbox obsessively
Im not sure why
My heart tries to tell my intuition better
But she's stubborn like you
She's set in her ways
Convinced life can be like a movie
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