If I had saved every tear
There could be a river beside my bed
I pour out of my heart
From the wound that you opened up
Repeatedly, repeatedly
I remember mornings in your arms
And tender whispered words
Of us being connected
By strings and cables
Heart to heart
I hope that it’s still true
I hope you feel the same destruction
Every time my world
Goes through an apocalypse
May 23, 2010
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