I spoke, but then I guess I misspoke
You laughed and called me childish
I fought to put myself in reverse
But couldn’t undo the mileage
I pay attention to the details
But usually the wrong ones
You pulled the wind from each of my sails
In light of that I’ve run dry on strong ones
We come undone like an origami crane unfolded
And I was wrong but I was only doing
What I thought was right
You asked me what the fuss was about
So tired of being lied to
The words that tumbled into my phone
You felt they had defied you
As though I’d trampled over the line
You started playing defense
And slouched alone, betrayed and benign
Malfunctioned to the point I couldn’t be friends
I spent so long ashamed of myself
Then it dawned on me later
Behind the vague façade of a crane
We had a ball of crumpled-up paper
We bend and turn like the origami crane you molded
We get along until a misstep climbs abruptly into light
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