Somewhere between the fine lines
Division seems to speak at the right time
A pure backhand
Should it be written as NEVERMIND
The feeling of falling behind
Line after Line
The space you see
Is maybe where color needs to bleed
No about face once my ink grinds the paper
gotta try and stop spending time, time wasted
Everything will remain on your mind
Leaves your heart racing
Refrain from simple
The difficulty is a distant heart-breaker
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