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You came out of the room
and you were crying in a way that nobody could hear
I stopped kicking and screaming
when you turned the lights on
You woke me up
I felt naked, I felt exposed
I felt like for the first time, I was intruding on something
You woke me up

You
Filtered out grain, filtered out static
Filtered out me
And I'm so proud of you
That presence that I've tried so hard to make known
It was there, regardless of whether or not I was
And you were showing me that
I wasn't blinded by the light, but by everything else
So let me go
Let me go and don't let go of me
Let me, let me go
And don't let go of me
And I'll do the same
I've been trying to move past the crackles
and dust scratches
But that's what I am, you know?
An accidental side effect of a blank canvas
Think about that glowing dust
That destroys the night sky's dream of
Just being nothing
Beautiful, but born to be in the way
That's why all we want is peace
all we want is to stop thinking
All we want is this enlightened silence, it's in our code
That's why it's all so ironic, maybe that's the punchline?
The void... weighs on me
Only because I push away from it
It wavers with the light that follows me like a curious moon
The static that floods every room
Stacks on top of itself until it blocks out the picture
Maybe that's the perfect void that's begging me to join it
Begging me to let you go, without letting go of you
So I can make that void just a little bit brighter
For when you see it, until next time