I could look right into you, but that green I'd never see.
Please take your crayon colours, hide them all away from me
But tell me where, you keep your life, in recorded memories
You could try and share them, we could have popcorn and see
What it is you've lived, when you've lived it without me
Then we'd share my stories, and see where i had been
We'd then settle for making up,
an entire universe with no conspiracy,
where there is simply us,
and there is no you and me.
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