Winding through our conversation

I get lost in the maze of your words

Obsessing over the meaning

Behind what I thought I heard

And I swear I had good intentions

Of not stressing you out today

But as usual, I choked on the fear

I fucked up another day

Because I can’t seem to make it fit

Or get it right inside my head

Make the me and you I feel right now

Match with the things you said

Need to escape the maze of our words

So I turn you off and tune you out

Let the music be my balm

Let the tunes cover the doubt


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