There's no camera on my back; I'm made of canvas skin that will one day rust and dry out, along with my namesake. Oh but what a cruel cruel fate. I've learned my bones will help carry you home one day (In the midst of heartache). And In the back of a supermarket I'll sink into the gutter as a thought carried away. I wanna live for more than this, if we're all just heading towards the grey years; Where you'll lose your mind If you haven't already. Is it a lack of time, or just the confines of our small natures? If only I could watch you all the time,through a window of mine, and no one else's. But God's at a loss, we invented the crystal ball all on our own. One day you won't help but feel alone. You will have lost love and I've gained love, tore it all down just to end up in the same space.
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