I once thought you were the symptom of a broken heart
Or melancholy echoes of a happy soul trough a broken mind
I know better than that now, and I’m sure that amuses you
But it actually comforts me
You may be grinning as you pound the drums behind my eyes
For I have deemed you as but a constant companion in my travels
Who must occasionally remind me your still there
I was just calling to say that I’m fine with that
Just please keep it down, I eventually need to sleep.
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