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Conversations by myself in the dark are less hard

Figured what is the harm

If I lay out my thoughts and glue them up like wallpaper

Can always tear them if I change my mind later

I don't stick around to find out

Empty of thoughts like pillowtalk

Lay me down to sleep I count sheep

But even lost of track of that

Disorganized rattle in my brain

Can you hold me down?

My heart races when we kiss

I'd trade places with the rain if it's misting