In the lyrics
To every song I hear
I pour over the pages
Of every book
Hoping for a fleeting
Glimpse of something you've
Left behind
I am hopeless
Teetering on the edge
Of a cliff
Trying to let go
Before this love pushes me
Off
And I fall
Dead weight rushing toward
The waves
Below
I look for you
But can't see past my own lies
Or the seaweed combed waves
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