Comfort me.
Choose a friendship that's not made of plastic.
That was me: eye crossed,
stars wide and patiently saying
"I still believe that the world is good when we stop pretending."
Breathe in my poisoned heart; suffer from a great pretending. Discard this mask of ours; may we see ourselves for what we are.
Try to smile when you're lying in a field of daisies. That was us: truck top, July, the engine was running.
I still believe that the world is good when we stop pretending.
Breathe in my poisoned heart. Suffer from a great pretending. Tremble at this world of scars. May we see ourselves for what we are.
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