I’m a night person
Who only exists during the day
I’m a nice person
I just forgot what to say
On the backs of receipts
Or whatever I sight
On an organized screen
I’m compelled to write
Better act quick
Before the thought runs away
It just won’t stick
My muse won’t stay
Nobody knows
Until they’ve been hurt
Out of reach it glows
Because you can’t grasp its worth
None of it was doctored
I simply got false information
I’m not getting a postcard
While you’re on your damn vacation
We could fall in love
Fondly looking towards forever
But fickle is the will
Thus we mustn’t be together
But enough of trying to make this special
I’m not looking to have my face everywhere
And if that’s what you’re looking for
You won’t find me looking there
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