and when you end up alone again
and you need to cut out certain friends
and quarantine the lands of memory
and the dream of polyamory
it's time to be alone again
it's time to go home, movies end
it's time for anxiety attacks
it's time to know she won't be back
feel the weight alone again
feel the loss and count to ten
feel the chances quickly dying
feel the ghosts of lovers crying
i can't believe i'm alone again
i'll never hopeless ask her "when?"
i'm terrified of what i spy
i draw a face without the eyes
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