Dead microphone days
Hidden thoughts sealed away
Defensive because I have to be
No backstage passes no not one even for me
Come over and rebuke the fists at my side
Whisper guard down around you
I’ll try but no promises
You’re worthy of a pinch of vulnerability
Just a glimpse of my hope’s fragility
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Is this thing on
My love
She looks sad saying I cannot be heard
Security envelopes for each and every word
Sorry I’m busy on watch duty and can’t hear anything except be careful
Betrayal is popular and promoted
I’ve seen and done things that’ll never be quoted
It’s best not to speak so much
Dead microphone dinner dates and lunch with me.
Emotion Dough 