You tell me this is a new beginning
but you must close your eyes so you can't see I'm stuck at an end.
You tell me this is all friendly,
but when our lips lock there is something we choose not to comprehend.
We are lovers of love, romantics of the past.
We want our life happy and we want it back fast.
I can't blame you, I do it, too.
If I could make up chemistry with our gaze I'd do it all for you.
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