Waking up after a nine month dream wasn't easy
My body has grown accustomed to lifeless movement
My mind amplified with blissful assistance
I've been spoiled by fantastical imagery
No good comes from flying underground or sinking in the sky
You were right, nine months was too long
"Learn to let go but don't lose complete control
Your mind is a fragile thing and we can't use it if it's broken"
I can no longer walk these sidewalks, the cracks are wide, and the air is thick
The last thing I remembered was dancing with you...
The funny thing is, that's never been our thing
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