What I'M Feeling Is Seven Years of Nothing
What I’m feeling is seven years of nothing
And a few sporadic months of something
All interrupted by friendship or hate
But always coming back to the former
A lot of wasteful words
An abundance of empty emotions
Phone calls until infinity
And dialogues deep or dense
If your name starts with a B
If the six point star sits upon your table
I’ll never forget you
Your circuits are buzzing always in my mind
You’re always on
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