something's in the air

I'm letting go To see if you'll hold on to me I'm in doubt Of what is thought and what is real In our room Between the shapes I thought I knew A guillotine A pillow with feathers like snow I've come To a listening post beyond your lines I'm all ears To gather clues and look for signs But I can't hear The song you sing while you try to soothe Why are you whispering While the bombs are falling? Go easy on me I can't help what I'm doing Go easy on me Oh, I can't help what I'm doing Hello again I buried you, where have you been? My renegade You came back from the labyrinth Unlike me You've looked for things that could be found And the thread That guides through black times Go easy on me I can't help what I'm doing Go easy on me Oh, I can't help what I'm doing When thoughts Had outnumbered spoken words In the early hours We failed to establish Who was hurt Most

- Stacie Cassarino

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