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sometimes i want to let go
just let go and drift away
though it scares me so
sometimes i just want to let go

and sometimes i miss you
i miss your touch and eyes and laugh
but only sometimes
sometimes i miss you

but always
always i’m afraid of my heart
of what it screams while i cry in the dark
always
always i’m scared of my heart

but what happens when
all the feeling stops
broken heart and locked in a box
no love or hate or missing or screaming
just the silky interior
and no way to pick the lock

and that heart is broken
so when it screams
all that comes out is static
like whenever the clouds kill the sun’s dramatic
loneliness:
kept away from everyone else
an emotional wreck
the understatement of the year
no one to mend that broken heart either
so the static continues to play

sometimes i want to let go
just let go and drift away
and what happens when i do let go?
with no one to pull me back

and sometimes i miss you
i miss the sound of your laugh
but what happens when all that’s
left of you is dust?

but always I’m scared of my heart
of the line between love and lust
and that static never goes away

no one to mend that broken heart either
so the static continues to play
the static always will play.