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My life is playing out on the movie screen 
And I'm watching from the front row
Trying not to scream 
Holding back tears 
and trying not to hydraulic press my grinding teeth 
into my plato gums while cowering 
What good is inspiration
If you know it's just gonna fade into oblivion?
I must be watching in 3-D
‘cause the overwhelming grief jumped out at me!
So badass to say "I'm taking this to the grave!" 
But all you had was a tissue in hand 
And one marvelously disappointing revenge plan 
And that makes two things that won't see the light of day anymore 

Were you leading the prayer 
Or was it your anger?
Were you shoveling the dirt,
Or were your fingers, but as a sacrifice counter?
Trying not to fracture but you're made of broken porcelain and promises 
My biggest letdown;
Only seeing the cracks once I already caved in 
Sagacious ships seldom cross the finish line 
When all they're seeing are reflections and mercurial skylines 
It's not a party until the limo arrives 
And I made a promise to never be late,
But it’s not a party if everyone shows up on time 

I might have manufactured this resistance
But I'm no engineer 
I follow trails to find own adaptive ways 
To rebuild, relive, and reprogram
You're crashing but you're not a sedan
More like a train that's gone off the rails
Or a aquaphobe that's gone off the deep end
You’re crashing but you’re no heart rate monitor
Here’s to our unspoken oaths of hoping we’re on the same page,
Let alone the same chapter
Pests at every gutter bend, but best friends until we get girlfriends
I only want to ease your capricious mind 
Lets rebuild, reapproach, and definitely reprogram

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