
We're all so disconnected
Actually, more like
Personal pulses created into a room of noises of rhythmless thought
Though, I thought you could hear it
The pulse that I get when you look at me with that way I pretended to look at myself in the mirror
Pretending it's you
The way my pulse goes when you would embrace me and my mind acts like it goes on forever
Well,
When two are in tune, you can't hear yourself
You blend together
Two pulses make one
Years passed though, yet
I thought I just heard you
A door slam downstairs
Passing of creaks in the attic
A lap of wind dashes through the house and touches my legs to create a batch of goosebumps
I just close my eyes
And hide
Close my eyes
Anticipate your arrival
All I can do is hear the pulse of mine
Maybe yours too?
Like they say
Like they say
we're in tune
And the pulses beat to create one in harmony
Or maybe there's just one pulse alone, and all was just a misinterpretation.
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