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Not unlike any assortment of vacant statements or pieces of paper floating in any gust You walked in on me changing obsessions We ate and made impressions Fuck all this irony How do I find shelter in ambiguity? I take showers, walk up and downstairs You ask how much more or less could you care Fluorescent lights sucked meaning from words like confrontation and unconditional It came down to phrases like: In fact, I have a phone I got myself the fuck home just to discover my written words were implicit proof of my insecurity Showering didn't help, neither did the stares You ask how much more or less could you care