can we go back to that bright place?
to the ripe august nights
where we were 'happy'
remember when you liked my insecurity?
aw, you thought you could help me
you thought i was an unturned gem
can we go back?
to right before i lied to you?
before i set eyes on you?
didn't the future seem golden
you promised good morning sleepy kisses
and to hold me through consciousness
but, maybe you didn't
i no longer know reality
except the one i shaped for you
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