The number of things that she said, she said, she said. Was someone counting? I wasn't. Should I have been?
Mouth opens. Vocal chords vibrate, together.
Tongue moves, teeth clack.
Knowing within instants if this is a song that you're going to like.
Knowing within minutes if this is a gig you're going to like.
Knowing within hours if this is a day you're going to like.
Knowing within days if this is a year you're going to like.
Knowing within a heartbeat... a breath... a flash of the strobe light... if this dance is forever.
*interlude beat drop*
No one sees me. No one knows me. And so no one becomes me.
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