Too High More pain than happiness First signal to run, don't miss the starting gun Because his voice is in your ear Or you wish to hear your gut's verdict, Or your head is on his chest, Helplessly content with the rest. Had there been foul play, It would be easy to leave. But he was never the problem, You were the ink spill on paper in chapter one Yet you cling to promises that should have been met by now, Trust built by now Or you think, perhaps, the bar was set too high or Too low By him. And soft adjusting will do. But really, who cares? either way, we stumbled Hit some rocks on the slope, Fucked it up somehow.
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