We lay along
the side of one another
Pretend through the passion
Through this episode
Glass after glass
Nothing can take an honest shape
But my pillows
And my lying lips
No more do I see in you
Than that out of the corner of my eye
If you were he
Not the shape of bedding
Obstructing my view
Maybe I would love you
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