Cardboard

Having

Cardboard
Caught between these quiet dreams but who is to blame
Everyday the things we say just seem the same
From its last light to its first early ring
I let go of everything

A clear vision from the top
Of eleven days that made time stop
The night gets bigger outside it rains
But there's a flood going on inside my brain
I need to write this down and then throw it away
Wait for tomorrow and forget today

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