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Junior Year - College We only talk when we can't see
We only fuck when we dream
Flirtatious forms of espionage
When eyes spotlight, again we dodge
Tread through fields of broken glass
Of broken worries bred from past
Distance serves to save and stretch
To surrealize this sketch
Of where we're going, still not clear
Confuse nerves or exaggerate fear
Investigate, but won't let know
Try to draw hearts, but spades we show
So once more, we play chicken
Which egg will hatch first, or will it end
Why do we suffer through the twists
When we know the end is in our midst?
