you make me backwards questioning
it all feels so familiar to me
looking up at a shimmering sky
that i miss seeing with you
you could never bore me talking math
i'd find something to interest me
watching me across the same old room
telling me what you dream to be
one day i won't care anymore
that we'll never see the world together
one day i won't care anymore
that we don't talk at all
but that day is not today
so i will just think and stay
because i can see you from the corner of my eye
and it doesn't change a thing
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