The bow tie in my chest makes it hard to think straight
"It's like I left a breadcrumb trail"
You want me to look but I must look away
No one will notice
And no one will see
The stressful and complex telepathy
Unless of course the emotions that I am trying to hide
Cause the argument to regurgitate from inside
Eyes coloring the cracks of the sidewalk
I made it out
The next time we see each other
We'll have actual words. No doubt.
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