We can't decide when something is new.
We (seeing the selves that we have always been)
ask why.
I see us on the flip side.
On the side that no one ,ever,
once,
questioned anything.
I guess you had
to have
a companion.
Don't worry,
It still stings like a bitch
when you ask me
"Can we [b]reach a deal?"
What I don't understand
is how I could tell you that you are mine,
how you could tell me that I am yours,
how we could tell us that we are,
how we can tell us that we'll be.
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