I have to erase you
Cease these violent truths with gentle ends
Turn my head and not imagine you asking for a steady return
I'm asking for scientific and figurative impossibilities
I need you to stop mattering
Stop being...here
No more rendezvous in my subconscious
Self-inflicting this sure loss...
Losing the war when I permit you to my chambers
The past glory of your affection can no longer grant you asylum here
Your absence and your disobedience are co-existing
Insolently playing on my purity and sanity
Insolently playing on my purity and sanity
I'm routing for a team that's not even playing anymore
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