Smoke free for almost a week
still feel the haze
unfiltered
and the sunlight plays in it
like sprinklers
Watch your eyes
it's almost all i care about
the spark is there
Is it there in mine too,
or just the exoskeleton
of a life already shed
Don't smile at me
i'll just smile back
I'm a mirror now
but of what you don't want to see
A light bulb surrounded in a cage
is never shattered
the dirty concrete floor
is never swept
and so goes Love
unclean and never broken
but that doesn't sound right
I asked her, "doesn't this sound weird to you?"
the song was off
was the night off as well?
she said yes, and gave me a look
but it was too dark to see her eyes
And now i wonder if I'm seeing things
and hearing things
that aren't there
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