It's each word I say that I think twice and thrice
And carefully place them on the precarious tower
Each word calculated to make just the right impression
But you.
You make my hands tremble.
You make my voice waver and my face burn scarlet.
It's each time I attempt that I screw up and you smile
And I'm needling and carving
Hoping for memories that stick
Calm and collected all gone
All up in the flames you set
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