meet me in the garden
we can pick some apples
smoke until we can't see
living in a bubble
steal food from the larder
mebbe get some sparklers
use a candle light our way
hold hands in the dark
we can talk about girls
that are really pretty
we can prearrange a day trip to the city
we can contemplate
living like we're fools
we can count the hours
we wasted being at school
we can wonder why
we never got accepted
we can wonder how
we always felt neglected

mebbe it was to be expected

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