I fucked up and
I thought I lost you
I revealed all I could
reaching out with bare hand
wanting to leave my name
written in your latte froth
but blatant truth fell mute
and the best I could give
were clues leading to clues
it's the name of the game
we seem to be playing
I was ready to shake the glass
of this clasping claw arcade
though cheating never won
us anything in the past
and all I want is the future
where you can touch my hand
and we don't have to rely
on these voiceless conversations
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