If I told
you that I was thinking of moving east,
Would you save a place for me?
I’ll come home because it’s worse than I expected.
A place in my heart for my home to the west,
Where we’ll watch the same sunsets,
And when I doubt,
I’ll look east
And lock my heart in this brass box to newfound mass.
I’m breaking off but this is my home.
I’d do anything for you,
Give you the world if I could.
Is that what you want me to do?
These bridges and boundaries are bringing me closer to you.
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