Back into the swing of things
Back into the throes of obsession
If this bird ever had wings
The cage around it is infatuation
Just wanted to talk the hard talk
That I can be alone and free
It's impossible to walk the real walk
And deny myself my needs
There's a rock on my back
Emotions compressed over time
I don't know how to crack
And follow the fault lines
Enough fingerprints on keyboards
Enough recantations in the dark
Pain and coping is what life's for
Sometimes it's vague, sometimes stark
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