A knock at the door
I smile ear to ear
I'm happy to see you
Everything's okay
I'm faking

Short attention span
Subject changes often
Repeat converstaion
I've already forgotten
Vague references of a past
from which I'm unaffected
It's taking

We're only frineds
Misery loves company
You want to know the man behind the wall
that peers over when you turn away.

I trust you enough to let you in, so
fuck it. nevermind.




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