意象式堆疊的人生不是每個人都可以表現的很好
或許人會任意地在情境裡面轉化並且揣測別人的心意良善的當然好意
而一部份人其實只是替自己設想
再翻完一次竊盜城，
隨過程轉轉，
我想像這既澀又苦的洶湧即是文學史上最糟糕的一段情節
走靠近現實一步
就會知道事件牽扯出的個性同樣是種漫無目的的章法
一整夜後座的冷冽
沒有邊際的護航和抱怨，
最後延伸出不想裝委屈不想承認自己失寵一般的情懷
深夜的安和路滿載回憶和玩笑
故事說起來都像別人的一樣輕易
他們靜靜聽笑著吞掉那些足以侵蝕自己人生的秘密 而那心疼多過於用擁抱取暖...
可能可以再走過那條街 放掉一點點顧全局的自由
醒來的時候直視滿載眼前的日光假裝一切都沒有發生過
包括那些溫柔的和軟弱得
我一個人也可以藏得很好
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Said you been waiting and you aint gonna change
So you came to me crying telling me we loved.
Then you made that sexy face.
Was it pain that you want me to pull you close.
I kno youve been hurt before
Now you can let it go
Cuhs you kno im gonna always gonna be that friend that pulls you close.
No sign,
Never thought for a second that this was life.
I didnt kno that we would roll in one night
And I told you
When I was holding you, nothing wrong, it feels so right.
We were way confident, now Im sexing you right.
Call me with troubles and we would talk all night
When I was holding you, so close, I didnt stop,
I didnt stop cuhs there was no sign.
