...and dumping this load of shiitake on you so suddenly, but I'm at that stage where adolescence loses its last shred of patience and starts needing to be autotuned and negligent. So, without any further ado,
Rejected
Miles away I try to find
You in the pages of black and white
Notes and chords and line after line
The windows no longer let in any light.
According to you the fault is all mine
Yet you give me no chance to express my remorse
Something I would not, could not understand
Was why at the last minute the gale changed course
The rain started falling, and the words turned to sand.



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