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Have you read the script?

Could you picture it?

Is it worth the risk?

Everything I love

Is on the line

On these neon signs

But I need to know, when you looked away

Was it something that I said? Was it something that I said?

Well, okay, okay, I need you more than I did before

Now that the concrete is nearly set

Here in the second act I’m living in repair

Strange how the heart adapts when its pieces disappear

And there, on page 28, I’m so tired of drying glue

I begin my grand attempt at building something new

Though I tend to write

The epiphany more immediately

I guess I’m trusting that there’s such a thing

As elegance in dissonance

God, I’m skeptical of pulling scenes

Was it something that I said? Was it something that I did?

Please don’t get me wrong, I still need your help

As history repeats itself

Here in the aftermath, I’m pulling at the seams

Strange how the heart adapts in the absence of routine

And there, on page 29, I find new and make it mine

But I can't help casting shadows on all I leave behind

Maybe I could afford to change a bit

Even let go of the reigns?

Every torn out page was worth the risk

Now that the stakes have been raised

So here in the final draft, I've given all I have

Strange how the heart expands in the absence of a plan

There's nothing left on the page, but I'm okay with that

For I found my resolution

Was designed for stronger hands