Exceptions

By Moonspeak

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Come on in

It's open

Are you hearing this?

Winter rain drumming

On the cars outside

High heels echoing

Key rings jangling

In this cold apartment

Each sound is so loud

But if you want to stay

I'm feeling the same way

And if I contradict myself

It's all fine

Because

I'm prone to make exceptions

When it comes to me and you

Full disclosure

It's the path of least resistance

I never knew what else to do

Like a dog missing his collar

I'd come running when you called

Through parking lots

Shopping malls

And those generic cafes

There were no other distractions

Interesting enough to focus on

It's hard to tell where the future ends

And the cave painting starts

The cave became a tunnel

And the tunnel slithered underground

The morning of the bomb threat

They closed off the heart of town

An evacuated temple

A depopulated paradise

The statue of the city founder

Sword drawn in the fog

I am prone to make exceptions

When it comes to me and you

Full disclosure

It's the path of least resistance

I never knew what else to do

To get through

To you