Same old conversation

A low-grade imitation

Of how we used to play off each otherFreedom into friction

Teasing at the stitching

′Til I can feel us starting to fray

You know it's me

That I′m tired of

I don't wanna push you away

Maybe I should have told you

I've been feeling kind of low

I just thought if I told you

You maybe wouldn′t wanna know

Outdone on the insights

Old tricks never land right

They keep on talking over the punchlines

No end to the mission

No wheezing benediction

To send you nodding into the night

You know it′s me

I'm ashamed of

I don′t wanna push you away

Maybe I should have told you

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