Rather than warring saints
Why do you always have me running circles like this?
Why do you always have me running circles for you?
And if I saw any kind of hurt, or pain, or contempt
Perhaps I could understand
But there is nothing at all and I
I cannot bear indifference
You keep asking about him
As if he and I are a puzzle for you to unravel
We stand on shaky ground
With our hands clasped tight
And for us, that will always be enough
I don't know if that is something you can understand.
But don't think about him, my friend
Don't think about our bodies entwined or our childish games
He and I build sandcastles that do not survive the tide
But you and I, my friend
Will we survive the hour?
Why do you always have me running circles like this?
Why do you always have me running circles for you?
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