D Flat Major
I hear only myself talking to the other version of my duplicate.
I hear only wuthering spaces in between my own fingers.
I hear only slower versions of my fantasies in D flat major.
I hear only the old echoes of my memories kept inside a hapless box.
I hear only no one in disguise of a familiar acquaintance.
I hear only the movement of my flashbacks making an entrance.
For I am my own,
Slowing down in D flat major.
