This is part of my expression.
25. Portland, OR

1.9 miles

I’m really not very good at this.
It may seem that way,
But believe me Miss.

There’s a silence in the air.
Maybe you don’t like to be alone,
Or you really do want me there.

Like you’re not mine at all, I’ve got this strange feeling.
Catch myself staring blank into the ceiling.

Figured out how I wanna love,
Flip it around.
I need to see what you’re made of.

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