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There has to be a limiting factor,

a reason you won’t settle

Maybe it’s how fast I talk when I’m nervous or excited

I’ve heard that my whole life

Or not heard, exactly, I have ridiculously bad hearing

(that’s another one)

so I can barely hold a conversation with you here without making a fool of myself by telling you what I thought I heard

I’m afraid my voice raises when I care too much,

or when someone kindly mistakenly gives me chocolate

And ask anyone,

I can’t explain anything to you,

not earthquakes or airplanes or physics or rhymes

or why am I even here

why are we doing this

hours don’t matter in the scope of a lifetime apart

But which one is the limiting factor,

the reason you won’t settle

I swear I’ll fix it in a heartbeat if you give me the chance

I know I’ve failed at everything,

I can never win a race

I have a hard time wearing these heavy heels,

I miss swimming pools and snow both at once,

I cry at fireworks

and crack for strangers

and spend too much time with my heart in the past,

I can’t comfort,

I can barely walk in a world built on nuclear bombs and stolen fireballs,

I don’t notice when she’s gone

And ask anyone,

I can’t explain anything to you,

not winning or losing or changing or how a bike works

or why am I even here

why are we doing this

hours don’t matter in the scope of a lifetime apart

There has to be a limiting factor,

a reason you won’t settle

Well, fools are contagious

So it’s probably the fact that we’re both

bruised unsure scraped troubled exposed liars.