"you could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin,
or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me),
any face that you wanted me,
to be seen.
we're damned by the existential moment where,
we saw the couple in the coma,
and it was,
we were the cliche,
but we carried on anyway.
so, sure, i could just close my eyes.
yeah, sure, trace and memorize,
but can you go back once you know?
(you don't know me)
you don't know me at all
(you don't know me)
you don't know me at all
(at all)."
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