Pile! No Pile! Pile!

You're not listening, I said "stop!"
 Because it's come to be too much
 I can't just pile aesthetic-perceptive dilemma
 Over-analytic demeanors, feelings of lonely worthlessness
 And unproductivity atop the other
 Allowing each to bleed through their fabricated boundaries
 And become one more thing to...
 Notice me
 Before it's too late and too far away
 From when I dreamt of explaining to you
 That you are an everywhere
 That caused these words I'd somehow type
 My fingers, feet and diaphragm
 All screaming
 And as things grew more complicated
 Conscious expansion cultivated
 The books' ideas, songs' polyphony
 Texture, content danced around me
 And unlike all the events staged
 The puppeteered facade I'd made
 This was naturally extraordinary
 And grabbed me from the ordinary
 Now perceived reduction theory
 Of where we are
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 From afar
 It made less sense and appeared
 Beautyless, which I guess is its defense
 Not that any simple allegory transcends
 My inability
 To relate, it's this ability to relate that
 Provides the socially obligatory things that I
 Want to re-learn
 Why we're friends again
 I thought you knew
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 I can pile one atop the other, it just feels bad
 It just feels bad to realize
 You might hear something
 In the quietest of nights
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 There are two of me and
 One of them will say "Hannah"
 Way before now
 Way before now
 Way before now
 Way before now
 Way before now
 "So now, a relationship that was totally
 Meaningless and trivial is over. It's hard to get too upset"