I still remember
Faint smells of basements & kerosene
Can somebody tell me
Why your face is in all my dreams?
I'm in love with an echo,
But that will have to do for me
The reverberations
Of who I wish you'd be
Walk slow, but you're moving so quickly
Down hallways that I swear weren't here last night
Everybody's got their reasons to jump off
Already falling now I'm praying to take flight
As I slowly remove,
Every imperfection I'll be beautiful like you
How do such complex thoughts become routine?

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