Everyone wants to be someone else
Their future self or their former self
You know I secretly want to be you
Except for some parts we can negotiate
My mind misses you trying to be me
When you get back from being you
I find you differently arranged
And have to straighten your sleeve
Or brush your cheek
Or try to explain to you
For the hundredth time
It wasn't me who made you see
The rose I placed before you
It was the rose itself
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