Quite Storm

I think about her as i sip this
barely together
like we're holding hands with slit wrist
and the more we tug and pull
its like we're bound to fall
so ill never let her go
won't make a sound at all
and ill let her do whatever
As long as she isn't with another man
Cause i know i can do her better
we we're built for the pain
we can sustain any weather
through the rain i am her umbrella
see we remain together

Til she blast off
she ticking like a time bomb
I'm blown
subliminal messages
she posted from her I-phone
id admit i was wrong
if this would calm the cyclone
But only the strong survive long
in a quite storm.

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