name
*i do all of my finger pointing in the mirror
because everything is clearer when you tell the truth
love isn't as easy
love, loves itself and delights in the parades
we throw for her
we will jump on the grenades
thrown at her
we dance at her parties and drink fully
from her bowls
love is so attractive heaven knows
i have spent years chasing love
catching up to her once or twice
and our conversations are always the same
i am lost without you
please tell me your name
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