Summertime now a colorless marriage
Of lonely nights and alphabet synapses
I'm the flesh my arm slipped through your fingers
You joke about a god who laughs at your behavior

Interwoven tapestry
Even the finest of fabrics can rip at the seams
And blue-hued stones
Will crack and will shatter on the mess that it leaves

If someone was me would they make the same choices?
Or is it that we all have our own voices?

You looked at me like your life was now pointless
Sitting across the table at the Thai house
But you said you felt God in the whisper of the forest
Some people go years without remembering they're alive

If someone was me would they make the same choices?
Or is it that we all have our own voices?
Driving down dark and empty highways
It may be hoarse but it's yours and it's priceless
And we both know how important your voice is
It must be that we all have our own voices

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