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I always get disoriented on the way to your heart

on the way back home

my headlights seem to stop working

when they touch you / so believe me

I would much rather wander than return

hold tightly to the things I could lose

like seconds like sadness like sanity

like the girl you thought I was

time for the memory that is unmade without us

to fall into this abyss

maybe then I will find the time to mourn it

you know I only call for things once they’re gone

once they’re next to me

you know I only love universes far away

and I love this one

you know I only miss you on the way home