Jesus Amanda. What am I going to do with you?
Listening to your latest song and trying to hide all my tears at work. How do you always do that to me? It's not the most professional thing for the manager to do.
How do I explain that someone is spilling their soul out? If they can't hear it, how can I explain it to them?
In your post about it, you talk about the way things sound real. For me, it's always real. If I have to dig through and separate the sounds made by you and the sounds make by instruments or if you're right there, laying it all out. It's all real. Even if it's not true. It's all real. One tiny feeling is all it takes. Art is lies that tell truth. You know this better than most.
Truth is the biggest lie we know.
My god Amanda. For you, I turn into the crappy poet I was at 15.
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