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We don't talk
Or walk hand in hand
We barely meet
Cause we understand
That we're busy putting ourselves together
After falling apart crazily enough
In the panorama called US.
Funnily enough, no one knows
Who we are, and who's to blame
Neither do we know ourselves.
Though, I can write a thousand lyrics
In one night
About the most wee things he does
And he can make a canvas moving
A million times
Of how my smile forms and frizzes away
We are odds, odds which are never in favor
Of the world, of the worldly affairs
Of anything and everything that forms a life
Cause we know only one kind of relationship
And that's our only truth-
This thing that we have between
Where everything else blanks out on its own.
I'd want to believe it's love
While he calls it destruction...