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Artiste: Samantha Crain
Titre: An Echo

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Somehow between us
The air become so thick we couldn't breathe
To the other
An insurmountable divider
And I clawed at my throat
Thinking, "You're almost a cursed me"
I can't say the things I need to
I am just an echo bouncing off your forehead
It's tilted
Down and to the right
You can't even look me in the eye

And so he stayed his way through Easter
As we drive up 35 in dark
The goal is in my mother
At the prison in Topeka
She is light skinned
What's the matter?
As we stare into the vending machines
I can't say the things I need to
I am just an echo bouncing off the glass into our likeness
Whatever that is
'Cause she won't look me in the eye

But then came the summer
When my hands appeared so useless, I thought
Like a little baby
When my pride evaporated like the water
In a skillet
And you soften like some butter
We never said the things we need to
But an echo fades eventually
And this is such a likeness
That is what it is
You don't even need to look me in the eye

You don't even need to look me in the eye
You don't even need to look me in the eye