Dreamed Connection
I was writing notes to be found when you were writing albums
By whatever force there is in the universe, your pen was faster
I couldn’t let my ears decay when I needed them to hear you
That sounds so small, but it was a baby step off a tall cliff
Sweetie, do you have a sliver of hope I could borrow?
I’ll leave it on your honey-do list to pick up my integrity
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