I tug on the string inside my mouth
it unravels a tangled
list of words
around my tongue
I've been using them quite frequently
to you. I'm confused what to say
and try to conjecture something different
alas I'm just spitting out the same words
trying to create a new story
I'm tired of writing the same things
in my little black book
thinking about your feelings
I'm sick of singing about love
with my rusty voice
singing this old broken tune over
and over again
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