What am I doing here? Back to the place of our conception
I lie in a bed covered with sheets
Stained purple from the lies we painted
Like smiles on our faces
Coming out in public
Hiding ourselves in secret places
when clock face strikes 10 and there are stars
I’m in wonder of these lights
Your gaze reverberates off my skin
My face feels the blue your eyes
Keep speaking to me
Don’t fake this lack of space
Between the two of us by
Looking at me straight
You should know I can’t take it
'Cause I’ve always been the one
To want what she can’t have
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