Ask me for nothing
Shove me through, shove me through
Until my ears tear off
And let the pressure loose.
Boundless measures given numbers,
But if they were nothing
Then nothing is the god
That we loved together.
The deer almost died
On the way home from her house,
The one I still think about
When I'm staring into headlights.
Separate lies at separate times
When voices shifted
Through selfish dimensions,
So much sci-fi, so little time.
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