cubicle dialogue (I’m Letting Unseen Forces Take the Wheel Redux)

Sold out of sight

Falling out of our minds

Relay the hurt on ourselves

An ill exchange in foresight

The "ovel" anagram of that four letter phrase

It could have changed everything

I know, "just the wrong time, wrong place"

Stop acting undercover

There's no need to hide from this (Hide from this)

To say I'll be fine

Null marked off sender

Out of sight, yet out of mind

The carpet changed shade

From the impact of his face

Barely talk and barely stand

Sober thoughts, a dead romance

Push me past belief

Cubicle dialogue and ceiling fan theory

Our bodies swing more than they speak

Stop acting undercover (There's no need)

There's no need to hide from this (Hide from this)

To say I'll be fine

Null marked off sender

Out of sight, yet out of mind

It's just the "wrong time, wrong place"

The "ovel" anagram of that four letter phrase

It's just the "wrong time, wrong place"

The "ovel" anagram of that four letter phrase

From the twenty-third floor, past the second-story window

From the twenty-third floor, past the second-story window

There's no coming back

From the twenty-third floor, past the second-story window

Break this loop as the blood fills the cracks

From the twenty-third floor to the second-story window

There's no coming back

From the twenty-third floor, past the second-story window

Break this loop as the blood fills the cracks

From the twenty-third floor to the second-story window

There's no coming back

There's no solution

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