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I'll bury my downcast hours in transparent ink,
tie myself to the mast and wait here for the ship to sink
though I know I've set sail on a wishing well

the daylight is dimming out slowly with every breath I take
gasps of air become roaring rivers keeping me awake
it gives me no time to think things through
I know words always come before you do

but I can't find no poetry left in these lines
I've been trying too hard, too long, too many times

is this what a biochemist would call happiness?
is it part of some unmade promise I thought I could forget?
is it time that I let som air come through?
for now strangeling love is all I can do

yeah, I know you have mountains of poems in mind
all explaining how all wounds will heal given time
but these days are no longer my time to spill
and I know that by waiting, I'll make them stand still

I kept it as close as I could through those winter nights
but the ropes only tighten round me as I try to fight
there's no worth throwing stone in a wishing well
now I'm out of black ink and true tales to tell

and I know it's all poetry, know they're just lies
but I'll still scavenge on what I find inbetween those lines
I'll pretend there was happiness, fake to've felt pain
just to feel there's a reason to read it again

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