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Where will we be off to when the dressing is laid above our heads, and then on down?
Our roof is your apartment. Our hallway is where you throw your trash, and where you spit.
I hear you clamber through the walls. I know the things you do too well, and I'm ashamed.

Your empty little words are making me regret this move into your life.
Why am I in your life?

My shed is yours. Forbidden to all behind my needing eyes, down to my soul.
I can't see the steps beneath me. All that I notice is the light and your shadow.

You block my need to grow with halfwit words.
And of all you said you've done for me...
What have you done for me?

I store myself beneath you. My life is an arrangement of words you've said before.
I'm shifting without reason, to where I'm harboring no guilt, never again.
I'm getting to a point, I swear. I'm shifting closer to my life and the day...

...Where I will form a chorus proud, and I'll write these lines complete.
For the last trick up my sleeve, will be the one you love the most and that's just it.
It's the joke that you'll never get.