1
you talk like therapy I aim like an arrow
slipping sleeping pills then crash like a bomb
in between sentences like a stupid mecha god
2
buried in the fizz we're hard to imagine
in far-off messages but echoes keep finding us--
from baby monitors like they're rescue dogs
3
I still don't know if I should forgive you
I still don't know if I need to be forgiven
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