Fice glasses changed my mind.
Seems like the ticking hands are taking their time.
I guess I've been at home for longer than it takes to unwind.
So slap me if I step out of line.
Now in smaller spaces.
Careless lust intoxicated away fromprying eyes and rabid smiles.
And everything's shattering.
My invitation was involuntary dilation and now I can't recall your name.
I think we've met before.
It was last Christmas on our parents' accord.
You were the young man in the costume that was hard to ignore.
And I was feeling hopelessly bored...
Now your conversation's scholarships and occupations.
You looks so different then before when...nevermind...
Anyway this reckless violation tarnishing my reputations has left me nothing kind to say.
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