Trigger everything
What's going on with your voicemail
One hand and then the world
We're always remaking everything
A dozen, a score, and then what
The sun isn't up yet
Things that melt over weeks or months
You've gotten your spice rack just where you want it
The sounds of night things in the woods at night
Saying what you mean
The light of your phone, so bright on your face and you are squinting
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