All we had were dreams
I took a bite of my zucchini and we did the math
Wasn't swallowing
Fleeting trajectory, it won't go down my throat at all, at all
Absorb reality
I focus all my energy on making it go down
Bursting at the seams
If I could work out what you wanted, would you still hate me, me?
Can we go back to sleep?
Sixteen years went by without a break in conversation
You're begging me to breathe
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