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my way around

my lungs feel weird
and the phone rings
i never said a thing
the sky is boxing me
you soak yourself in poetic violence
tell me the sky is the purpose
you soak yourself in isolation
theres a place for you cuz
i dont know my way around
you say your not so scared anymore
i say why not and you disappear
i say why and the phone rings