Exchange numbers and now take care of yourself,
But I'm not very good at that kind of thing so let's forget a kiss goodbye,
I need the name to digits before I can trust save,
But don't want to spoil her day so can't bring myself to ask again,
The illusion of what might have been is still intact,
Which means she's hung on to every word said,
And only that determines whether uncertain moves are felt as cold,
When you make a promise in bed you have no intention of keeping,
It is my reverse Midas,
So I run my fingers across the sky until we have black sun and nothing in us,
Only empty shells so she stays so beautiful,
And I run away with my lie that I'm best alone ,

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