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Sometimes things just go wonderfully perfect.
When I think about him, he comes back to me
I feel so strangely invincible
Like I’ve done something so irresponsible
But it feels so extraordinary
That this feels right


When I wake up at night
And someone’s on my mind
I feel so understandable
Like anyone could read my book
But it feels so predictable
That everything could go right


Everyday feels the same
But not when you’re to blame
I feel so lovingly excitable
Like anyone would dance with me
But I feel so misunderstood
That anything like this is right


Sometimes I miss him without thinking it knowingly
And whenever I write it’s him
I feel so nakedly exposed
Like watching a blank TV
But it feels so imaginative
That something like this goes right



When I walk alone with nothing in mind
I think about him day and night
I feel so attached
Like a flower inside the dirt
But it feels so untreatable
That something like this can’t be right




Everyday I try to say what he means to me
Just the way friends are supposed to be
I feel so empty-headed
Like a script-less movie
But it feels so obvious
That something like this feels right