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The Convenience Of Being Absent

I'm sorry that we didn't know how sick you were

your world in brilliance did you cut yourself from

there

to change your wild perspectives somewhere along the

road

to dream of oceans till your head wants to explode

what is your substance?

what are you made of?

and all your grimaces like curtains on the wall

to guard against our eyes to nullify it all

your deepest wish directing dramas in your head

"leave your person and be someone else instead"

what is your substance?

what are you made of?

have I not deserved to grasp we're perfect and complete

have I built these walls around us forever you and me

forever you and me

and all intelligence has to be left behind

to spend an evening without you on my mind

while you are better off with any of these pills

we keep on juggling animosities and thrills

we thought you were funny

what is your substance?

what are you made of?

have I not deserved to grasp we're perfect and complete

have I built these walls around us forever you and me

forever you and me

can you pretend to be there and love to be alive

love to be alive