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[punchin_guy]

think of the cold and of quiet rooms
youve never smelt my morning breath
and you tell me im your waking thought

im not a doll and ive never been one
my eyes are not rocks and neither am i
an electric depression hit us like a wave

ive tried to define myself and failed
ive tried to feel a warmth in your eyes and lost it
ive been static and patient and im done being both

i wasnt afraid until i met you
there were kinds of loneliness i didnt know
and im sorry i thought i was yours