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Being Vague To Own The Libs… Wait… But… I’m The Libs D:

Completely.

It’s complicated.

For a lifetime,

it will grow and change,

delighting,

disappointing.

I just want something real.

I just want something passionate.

I’m not sure if I even have a point.

I don’t have any more to say,

because being vague is the only fun that’s free,

in the grotesque but glorious world I woke up in.

Completely.

I hide behind the pillow,

like a child,

full of fear,

as I get all I ever wanted,

because I don’t know what to do with it,

and I don’t know that I ever did.

I just liked to dream.

I just liked to imagine myself,

somewhere else,

sometimes,

I still do.

Do you want to go to lake placid,

my love?

Yes,

I’m changing the subject,

so you won’t dwell on my despair.

I didn’t mean to make you or I cry,

but while we’re here,

let’s plan a trip,

and promise we’ll go,

so I have something to hold onto.

I prayed for it.

Completely.

Save me,

love.

Save me,

fate.

Save me,

Father John Misty.

I guess someone heard me.

Completely.

I don’t have any more to say,

because being vague is the only fun that’s free,

in the grotesque but glorious world I woke up in.

 

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