song of the day
i can talk by two door cinema club
contrivance (you know a poem)
trying to speak but the words melted in your mouth not in your hands
not that you would want them to melt in your hands either
you are contradicting yourself but in your head it is not a contradiction
or maybe you dont even really hear what you are saying
then you realize that all of it is just contrived and forced
and this is the kind of conversation that drives you crazy but you keep on
one day you will say something that is meaningful emotional worth while
until then just keep bull shitting through every day encounters
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