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Pretend now

That you are me

I am you, and we are we

Back then, not now

Somehow you’ve been patient with me

Without taking

Too much thinking

Could cause you to leave me

Because of what I may or may not have wanted to do

I began to love you

It had only been an hour

Death in the garden

Blood on the flowers

Remember

When you were me

I was you, still we were we

Underneath your floor, which was my

Ceiling

Uncomfortable feeling

Your scars, they were still healing

Quiet as a thief, you were stealing my heart

Which you felt bad about and said you could not keep

I began to miss you

It had only been an hour

Death in the garden

Blood on the flowers

So don’t feel bad, bad, bad

You should be glad, glad, glad

I am the worst boy that

You’ve ever had, had, had

I’m not the one, I’m not the one

It’s not like I’m the first person to discover that

Horses could be ridden

I’m not the one

I am the other one

I began to miss you

It had only been an hour

Death in the garden

Blood on the flowers

I began to miss you

It had only been an hour

Death in the garden

Blood on the flowers

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