"Vague"
My face is hot and my stomach feels empty
I'm cold and I'm shaking in the middle of July
A side effect of being scared and exposed
Like I am now, for what you now know
I wish I could sleep, but you've kept me up
Late for these last few nights, and dreaming has stopped
I'm being spontaneous, I'm acting on instinct
I'm speaking my mind and I'm losing my innocence
For what that was ever worth
Drowning in metaphors, we swim round in circles
You're always cresting the very next wave
I'm floating face down, and breathing in bubbles
I'm soaked in false hope, and drifting away
The sky is gray
And torn between
Sunshine for days
Or buckets of rain
As always you're vague
But I can't complain
I'm not so honest
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