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hide and seek // imogen heap

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cutouts
Speak no feeling, no, I don’t believe you
You don’t care a bit, you don’t care a bit

Wait It Out - Imogen Heap

Where do we go from here? How do we carry on? 
I can’t get beyond the questions. 
Clambering for the scraps 
In the shatter of us collapsed. 
That cuts me with every could-have-been. 

(Source: zaksaidso)


Wait It Out
Imogen Heap

Everybody says that time heals everything all in the end
What of the wretched hollow, the endless in between?
Are we just going to wait it out?

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