it sounds different
when kate sings:
"i still dream
i wake up crying
you're making rain"
different when i say it,
different when the guy says
"i make it rain"
different when i'm crying
different when i say
"i still dream"
reception,
different when i wake up
different when i rub the stains on our mattress
different when i wake
different
i'm not her,
not a feminine locus of attention
the screen goes black in a second
roll over hope, different,
anxiety the year will just disappear before its ours
what helps
different than her
"i just know that something good is gonna happen
i don't know when"
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