Tell Me

You tell me not to worry

That everything is alright

(But it's one a.m. and I cannot fathom the idea of living without you)

You tell me that you're sorry

But every night you're gone again

Like some sort of cruel circadian rhythm

You tell me to forgive you

And I agree because we're family

But eventually

You tell me

And I do not listen.






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