Listen with your ears
And not with your mouth
You should do less talking
And learn how to pout
Shallow conversations
Leading to the depths of nowhere
My mind is having revelations
Yours is full of hot air
I'm thinking about the meaning of life
And having anxiety attacks
You don't know the meaning of strife
It's like your brain is pitch black
My soul is yearning for affection
PDA of my conscience
I guess I'll settle for what this is
Love, I think that's what you call it
And not with your mouth
You should do less talking
And learn how to pout
Shallow conversations
Leading to the depths of nowhere
My mind is having revelations
Yours is full of hot air
I'm thinking about the meaning of life
And having anxiety attacks
You don't know the meaning of strife
It's like your brain is pitch black
My soul is yearning for affection
PDA of my conscience
I guess I'll settle for what this is
Love, I think that's what you call it
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