Addiction to Over-Analysis
And the thoughts repeat.The dreams replay.
The hair strands loosen.
The shoe-laces stray.
Bumps in the road,
make the animals spook.
Cracks in the asphalt,
I twitch, they all look.
I dream of immaturity.
Innocence, so care-free.
I have so much I want to lose.
I want everything to go perfectly,
but it always does with you.
And the thoughts repeat.
The dreams replay.
The hair strands loosen.
The shoe-laces stray.
Lyrics, rhythm, sky blue blue blue.
Yellow in the middle, pencil strokes,
and...
you you you.
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