past midnight, it's time to get ready for bed
but now, 2am conversations became bedtime stories
i type in "b" and it comes to your words shed
even if i can't be sure what episode i'm on this series
we were so close, yet we faced different directions
no coincidence, or maybe just avoidance
i know that it's for the best
no more surprises on my chest
the sensation of watching your words dancing
even my tears and smile are in sync
in another life you'd be a star writer
and maybe i'd join in one chapter
but I'm not sure how heavy is the weight
of what we were, what remains, or what stayed between us
is it heavier than one week of haunting thoughts?
for now, i'd close my door again so you can move forward with no fuss
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