Every time you raise your voice I see the greener grass.  Every time you run for cover I see this pasture.  Every time we're in a fuck I picture a different choice.  Every time we're in a rut this distant grandeur.  My tendency to want to do away feels natural.  My urgency to dream of softer places feels understandable.  Every time I'm confused I think there must be easier ways.  Every time our horns are locked on toweling throwing.  Every time we're at a loss, we've bolted from difficulty. Anytime we're still made of final bowing.   My tendency to want to hide away feels easier and the tendency is picturing another place comforting to go.  We could just walk away and hide our hands in the sand.  We could just call it quits, only to start over again with somebody else.  Every time we're stuck in struggle, I'm down for the count that down.  Every time I dream of quick fix I'm swaged, now I know it's hard when it's through.  And I'm damned if I don't know quick fix way but formerly mistreat me silence now outdated.  My tendency to want to run feels unnatural now, the urgency to want to give to you what I want most feels good. The only way out is through, the faster we're in the better.  The only way out is through ultimately.  The only way out is through, the only way we'll feel better.  The only way  o u t  is  t h r o u g h  ultimately . . . .

warmth,
+taylor

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