Come by mine, we can play pretend we’re an item

We can play house, I can let you pick the furniture

In every room, rounded mirrors, wooden cabinets

Pale pink curtains, manual vintage expressos and ceramic cups

Everywhere, except the bedroom, leave it the way it is

An large bare room with a massive bed, a black large platform 

Resembling a stage, this is where I perform ever so often

I guess you can snoop around, find clues and invent scenarios

Where I cheat on you and you’re disappointed, but trust me

Day to day life will be the end of us.

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