Green lagoons and the prospect of seeing you
Has me drifting in and out of view
And you’ve become pretty transparent too
Green lagoons, changing patterns for so long
Did you assume I wasn’t catching on?
That stagnancy I thought meant I belong
What if we shifted toward compassion
Would we resurrect our lofty worn attraction?
Would we be having any fun?
This feels like some sick retribution
But I couldn’t stand for every institution
And her being the lucky one
Was I just capital
When you punctured my evening
The ink rushed out along the keys
It was deceiving
It feels like exhibition
But really it’s visibility
What does it matter if there’s evidence
When you shun responsibility?
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