dear me,
i heard that you were home again
but you dont look like you're back to me
with your focuses changing
your gaze is transfixed
a point that i cant often see
you've got your new ties
ive got my old knots
you've got your inside lines
but you're never happy with what you've got
i heard that you were living well
but you dont look like you're living to me
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