Empty leather and another open window,
The music is a little louder
And I am speaking out of turn, out of context.
I chase holes in the sky
And listen to the silence where it comes to collide,
Where the sun soothes the water with a million crystal lights.
I got closest to the source with the poorest excuse
To black out every single damn color I used.
A downward momentum that pulled me apart,
And a bruise on my chest from a still beating heart.
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