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Like asking an oyster to cough up the pearl,
the prying only makes it shut tighter.
You, my friend, are a prize fighter trapped in a house of mirrors.
While I indulge in pointless speculation,
you imagine endless confrontation.
Ghosts at every turn.
And pounding those demons to dust, you yearn to learn to trust.
You're out of town
...or even just out of the room...
and I pretend this disconnected feeling will end when you reappear,
but, my friend, it's increasing clear that I miss you more
when you're here.
You're out of time and have to catch a plane,
so keep it light.
No swimming in the deep end tonight.
Grab another beer and you might mutter something real in my ear.
I miss you more when you're here.
Time won't buy your trust and I can't seem to earn it.
You won't help build this bridge and I can't seem to burn it.
It's hard to know where to go next when there's so much more subtext than text.
Look at them, all of breath from racing to get to you first!
They whisper sweet in hopes of maybe finding a treat behind the veneer.
Why compete?
It's safer away from that storm.
At least it's consistently warm.
My heart may be sore when you disappear,
but I miss you more when you're here.
the prying only makes it shut tighter.
You, my friend, are a prize fighter trapped in a house of mirrors.
While I indulge in pointless speculation,
you imagine endless confrontation.
Ghosts at every turn.
And pounding those demons to dust, you yearn to learn to trust.
You're out of town
...or even just out of the room...
and I pretend this disconnected feeling will end when you reappear,
but, my friend, it's increasing clear that I miss you more
when you're here.
You're out of time and have to catch a plane,
so keep it light.
No swimming in the deep end tonight.
Grab another beer and you might mutter something real in my ear.
I miss you more when you're here.
Time won't buy your trust and I can't seem to earn it.
You won't help build this bridge and I can't seem to burn it.
It's hard to know where to go next when there's so much more subtext than text.
Look at them, all of breath from racing to get to you first!
They whisper sweet in hopes of maybe finding a treat behind the veneer.
Why compete?
It's safer away from that storm.
At least it's consistently warm.
My heart may be sore when you disappear,
but I miss you more when you're here.