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I have told myself

spending too much time here

is like panning for stones in the sky…

I will fall for the view, I will love every minute

but anything I find will be fool’s gold.

I have told myself

I can’t stay away from you,

I have swallowed my truths and they’re even sweet

but I will never be able to tell you.

And we stand here in a staredown,

you’re a god against my world,

kings of everything,

tearing each other apart.

I could choke on what you’ve taken away,

you have made me and now

you still hold the reins but they’re fraying-

I run wild with things I will never be able to tell you.

I am a compulsive liar because

I am hanging by a thread

and I do not want to fall,

so these untruths spin silk

like sunsets through your fingertips.

And we stand here in a staredown,

stepping but not changing,

you’re a god against my world.

This chilling harmony fights in my ears,

it’s like panning for stones in the sky…

I will fall for the view, I will love every minute

but anything I find will be fool’s gold.