You thought it was about you before. Well then I guess I am on a roll.
Dancing through the drunken dramatics of the night. Spinning past parked cars. The streets pass like the years gone by.
The important questions always left unanswered. Nothing can be said to make it any better. So the tears fall without a witness. Only letting the sadness out through my fingertips. If ears were willing to hear, I could whisper words so crisp. So precise.
Yet night after night a void is left. Parked sitting and waiting. Perfect timing never arrives. Fading with the summer sky. Back again like clockwork. All I want are answers to questions I cant ask. I cant find the voice to speak the words.
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