The box I'm going to bring to you is empty,
nothing you'll find to talk about like you'd hoped.
I won't wear an interesting shirt,
and my hair will be the same old way.
I will be calmer than such silence allows.
Tell me that I broke the rules.
Why don't you just ask that I go?
You'll want to cross your arms but they're already crossed.
I'll sit down and let you stand so that
you don't think I really wanted a reason.
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