Chalk Dust

To steal the words of the half-dead poets,
please don't let me go.
'Cause when you hold on so perfect
it's hard to think that you don't know.

And beware the little memories
the ones that'll chisel to your grave.
Forgive the love sick melodies,
the ones no one's forgave.

It gets a little tight sometimes,
and I get lost out in the blue.
Never thought I'd write this,
least of all to you.

What's worse is that they'll read it,
and I'll hate myself for that.
But once the words start comin'
they don't ever go back.

It's funny, 'cause the music,
it's circling through my brain.
And I keep sneezing out the chalk dust
'cause I kept it in my veins.

It's alright, it's just a secret.
Don't worry, I won't tell.
It's nothing but a quick embrace,
but that's for what Juliet fell.

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