If I could look beyond your face
And photograph your hidden place
Would I find you smiling in the picture
I dont know what you want
Because you dont know,
So whats the point of asking
Youre almost happy
Almost content
But your head hurts
Far too many ways to go
We learn so much but never know
Where to look
Or when we should stop looking
I can love the whole of you.
The poetry I stole from you
And hide inside my stomach
Youre almost happy
Almost content
But your head hurts
Its easy to get lost in you
And fall asleep inside of you
I want to return to you
A reason to be here
A reason to be here
No I dont know what you want
And you dont know
So whats the point of asking
Youre almost happy
Almost content
But your head hurts
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