Why can't it always be like this?
Without the veneer of pretention and perfection, happy as we were.
You tell me, finally, how you feel.
You hold me close, like you used to.
You tell me sweet nothings, like you used to.
You see me, whole and beautiful, like you used to.
It's so nice here. I wish I could stay.
Without the veneer of pretention and perfection, happy as we were.
You tell me, finally, how you feel.
You hold me close, like you used to.
You tell me sweet nothings, like you used to.
You see me, whole and beautiful, like you used to.
It's so nice here. I wish I could stay.
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