[hook] i don't hate you, can't read your handwriting crossed-out letters, every meaning keeps changing we kept moving commas, called it compromise till a pause in a sentence felt like picking sides page of revisions, every mark starts to blur you'd say my name, then look past my shoulder i know your name by shape, not what it means lately how'd someone i knew by heart need translating? [verse 1] you'd ask how work went, i'd say "fine, couple meetings" three short words, then i'd turn back to whatever was streaming like a show could keep you from what i was keeping you watch me dodge the question, then stopped reaching you started showering after i fell asleep i'd hear the pipes, pull the blanket over me your coffee went cold by your empty seat eyes don't meet, words short and hard to speak your keys in the bowl, mine in my jacket pockets we talk around the hurt and change the topic you quit filling the kettle, i act like i didn't clock it blocked each other out; we knew the cost of it by then, you used my name like it was someone else's i noticed it, but kept the whole thing to myself we'd let the quiet sit, both scared to say what we felt then sleep back-to-back, each one facing something else [hook] i don't hate you, can't read your handwriting crossed-out letters, every meaning keeps changing we kept moving commas, called it compromise till a pause in a sentence felt like picking sides page of revisions, every mark starts to blur you'd say my name, then look past my shoulder i know your name by shape, not what it means lately how'd someone i knew by heart need translating? [verse 2] and when you said "stay with me," i just stood there picking at details, I didn't care it seemed unfair you got quiet and i'd ask you to be clearer like it would have made the distance disappear i'd pull one word apart, build a case in my defense we'd say we were tired, like that made any sense you kept your coat on at dinner, i kept up pretense we called it bad timing, never called it absence there wasn't one fight i can name and blame just separate dinners, playing separate games you stopped asking where i'd been, i did the same obvious we lost our way, but couldn't ask you to stay i put your note back under all the menus didn't try to fix it or tell you that i got you left it where i found it, quit revising what was true and gave up trying to get an answer out of you [outro] your handwriting from a distance, strange thing all the little letters still look like you the shape is yours, the pressure too i just don't know what it says no more
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