Contradictions from Atlantic by Nicolas Mollin

They never speak, they never leave the house although they’re gone
A lifetime to get separated, fond of living on
Contradictions

Buildings tend to fall when they reach a certain point of height
I don’t know what true love is but I seek it all the time
Contradictions

On my way in, on your way out
You like to talk, saying you’re shy

Sleep on the floor, shelve your nature

And always type with my monkey fingers

I like to hide my desires

And my penchant for odd numbers

Nothing I see, I’m getting stoned

I don’t want to talk, you get on the phone

How can I say if the dog is sleeping ?

I tell you my truth, but you know I’m lying

Your blood is cold, you’re losing patience

Release my hand, increase the tension

My eyes hurt so I keep them closed

Keep a secret everyone knows

You disagree, I suffer like you
Unable to see, you suffer like me 

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