It was my fault
trying to be unknown,
I’m on my own again.
Keep chasing moths;
they’ll eat away
at your nostalgia for good.
For goodness sake
I hope I won’t unravel, hope that I won’t break
The years of mountains broken in days
It’s in my head
in the back right next to all your treachery
The dear dishonor you laid on me
And so I left,
for a time
you held my desecrated heart
And like a flag
I’ve been captured
and stolen so no one ever could claim
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