We stand alone we've been cut down
Words found again now get unfound
Misunderstanding is a problem
With these broken tools that they brought us
Settle down
The suffocating reaction
Picked up the pace losing traction
Loose acetate covers my tongue
This sour taste coming undone
Settle down
The separation becomes
Loose ends that will never be one
And the separation becomes
Loose ends that fray coming undone
I'm waiting for sunlight medicine
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