Ethereal Words

My brain locks itself in
So I can’t think
When I need my wits about me

You just keep talking
And I just blink
When you need my thoughts about you

It’s muggy tonight
But I feel cold
When I’m sitting next to you

So young, though in spite
We feel so old
As you spill your soul to me

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