out of all the worlds i see
i have chosen yours
there’s nothing left to know
turn down your mind, and open up your soul
we had a moment,
was it even true?
or just smoke and mirrors
playing tricks on you
out of all the words you said to me,
i hear: “you are the one I’ve been looking for,”
but you must not know how we all create
extraordinary explanations for constellations
to satisfy our appetite for getting high
how are we, how are we supposed to live this way?
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