Squeeze me

Still don’t know what do I see exactly and if plausible
but surely it’s not what you think you’re getting from me
still don’t know if a cohesion would be conceivable
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I see how you want to feel me, to see me, squeeze, squeeze me
in the phone black screen reflection
I see I’m still not across the board, squeeze the heart, squeeze me
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Still standing though when it was not at all plausible
but surely it’s still not enough for you, but maybe it is for me
still don’t know if this so called independence it’s doable
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I see how you shove me, feel me, squeeze, squeeze me
in the phone reflection I do get myself
I see I’m petrified to get across the room, squeeze the heart, squeeze me
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Still here, typing down to untangle what might be plausible
but of course, words fall short to get myself
our little home might crumble– imaginable