And The Satire Of The Situation Is...

Poem By Not The Pilot

are you sure this is what you want
because you're not looking so sincere
are you questioning the thoughts i'm giving you dear
oh, i can feel regrets in the room
and there's a high chance i am one
i'm just another mistake

well for the time being, i'll be all right because
you're stuck on the back of my eyelids to sing me to sleep at night
so you go on doing what you do
and i'll ride the ocean as if it were made for me
you go and chase the stars and i'll go drown myself in the sea
what's the sky look like where you're at?
'cause right here it's your favorite shade of pink
of course, it's so cliche to say the least
it's the same old story with the same sweet sorrow
you've heard a thousand time
but you can hear it once more
everybody has theirs, it's time for me to take my turn

am i sure this is what i want
because i'm not feeling so sincere
i'm questioning all the thoughts i have here
i'll regret this sooner or later if i don't do it now
i'm laying everything down

and i had picture of us but i'm folding you behind
i need time
and this is acknowledgement to all the times we've had
i hope everything turns out okay
i have nothing
nothing left to say

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