maybe I shouldn't be so sure about who I am.
maybe there's a parallel world where everything is different.
the sun is shining at night
and the moon is hangin' on trees
pretending he doesn't want to be seen.
the stars are to heavy so they fall down
making so many sharp mountains down here
just by their arms fixed in the ground
coffee is always too cold
and sweets are not as sweet as tears
I lie there
and I lie to you
that you haven't ever meant anything
I lie to myself
you're just my imagination
my wicked dream
my blood buzz
my heart tingle
my soul twist
or maybe I'm just what I am
and nothing will ever change
we get on like a house on fire
and for sure
I can love myself just as much as I hate myself.
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