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How could we know?
We'd rearrange all the cosmos?
We crashed, and we burned.
Now I just can't go where you don't go.
And usually, I'm fucked up, anxious, too much but I'll love you like you need me to.
Imperfect for you.
Messy, completely distressed but I'm not like that since I met you.
Imperfect for you.