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[glassonyourlips]

i want to get away from here more than i ever have
things are too complicated here
too involved
too much history
and i choose the cop out
i want simple
i want a new beginning
i want to get out of this state
of this coast
out of this country

and i wonder about his month
about the words that fill those books
and i wonder if i stopped talking for a month
who would be bothered enough
to watch me spell out each word

and there is a reason that we still keep in touch
theres i reason i cant let him go
and its because i still find his voice
its been 2 years and
i still find it at the other end of the line
2 years of bullshit
and then 10 minutes of reality
and i know its worth it
because neither of us forgot
and i guess that is what im looking for now
in everyone else
and i dont know if it is there
and if its not there
i dont know how to live here
and i want to go before i find out
i want to be away
where things cant get tangled
because they are
they are so knotted i cant find a beginning or end
a place to even start
and i want to cut the strings
cut the strings and get out of this mess
tell me theres a couch somewhere out of here
because that is where i feel the most home.