Walking with the King of Swords

Loving you feels like walking through a dense fog.
Every time you open your mouth my bearings get all fucked up
I don’t know where I am who I am or even how I got here
I keep thinking that finding you in the fog is my way free
So I follow the sound of your voice reverberating off of every molecule floating in the heavy mist
Every time I think I see your face materializing in front of me I reach out to touch you and you vanish
You don’t want to be touched
You don’t want to be seen
You don’t want my love
You want to remain a mystery undiscovered, unseen, inexperienced
One of these days I’m just gonna give up
Watch, the second I do, I’ll be home

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