Black hole

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Speak slowly, I can't hear you
My mind keeps spinning closer and closer to the rain on the roof
And the rain in my head
And the things that you said
People take it further ahead and it just gets so foggy
It's nowhere in here and it's everywhere else that I don't wanna be
But I'm stuck here
Getting misty over you
I'm alone on a bicycle for two.

-She and Him