Tells You So

Sometimes you feel like you don’t care,
Until you do.

Until that small piece inside of you,
The one that never cares to speak up,
Tells you so.

And by then it’s long over.

A past that felt contrived, even worth regretting,
makes you question constantly
Whether you were wrong or right

Because knowing is too hard, and caring hurts
And because it’s already over.
This is the past you try to let go

Until that small piece inside of you,
The one that never cares to speak up,
Tells you so.

And then the timing’s off, as it tends to be.
You’re mulling past and present into a giant question,
Unanswerable at best.

But the wonder stays the same,
Curious or clever? Playing or played?
You already know.

Until that small piece inside of you,
The one that never cares to speak up,
Tells you so.

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