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Fix The Pipes


I don't really know if my thoughts stay in my head

The thoughts that find me while I sink into my bed

They corner me, distract me

Never leaving me a day

As if drowning in these tangled thoughts is the only way

Drunk with fury, loud with spice

If only silence could suffice

I never know if i've revealed my mangled mind

Which dances on the tip of my tongue

It longs to be released like a song never sung

Now thoughts live in my head, we humans have adapted

 And our sorrows of reality constantly attract them

Maybe If I knocked on the hollow spot behind my ears

Every thought would begin to flow out like salty tears

Like a drain the brain is

Leaky thoughts, fix the pipes

 

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