Your eyes
Are by my side
I've stuck them in a plastic bag
and drove off
I'm sure you'll miss them
I'm sure i miss you
Let's call it borrowing
It sounds much more pleasant
I'll pluck out my own
And try yours on
I bet you see everything crystal clear
I bet you see beauty in the world
I bet you see everything perfect
But I bet you don't see me.
{I jacked the title from a Miracle of 86 song.}
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