Old Issues - Intellectual

I meant it, forever

You don’t have to say

You appreciate it

I meant it, however

You don’t get to say that

Two are still dancing

I met her in heaven

Some other place she couldn’t see me

I met him, I let it

Happen and I feel something wash over me

Old issues, old

I’ve become someone

Who can’t talk to strangers

May be better being alone

I won’t say I was always this way

There’s some things time

Can’t heal on its own

There are sometimes I feel like the danger (there are sometimes I feel)

Keeps me breathing out like before

And when I tire of fanning the flame (and when I tire of fanning)

Here’s hoping I’m

I’m warming up more

Get it together, thought that I could say

I’m feeling more stable

Kinetic, can’t let it open

When I don’t know what is coming

Forget it, I’ll let it take some more time on me

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