Abstract, in lyrics

My current brain/heart state:

Things ain't always set in stone [that being known, let me know]


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So it's better my sweet that we hover like bees 'cause there's no sure footing

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Hello to the era of going to the store to buy more ice because we are running out. Hello to feelings that arrive unintroduced. Hello to the nonfunctional sprig of parsley and the game of finding meaning in coincidence.

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And do I really have a hand in my forgetting?

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Souvenirs only reminded you of buying them

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Strap your hands across my engines