It's something that makes them say: "What is it about you that has you so afraid of falling in love?"
And all I've got is when we were not here in tangled messes that left us halfway between not even us but between better and a little left of worse.
When we woke up not knowing who we were, but feeling like we were closer.
Closer to better, even though worse draws us in.
Closer to close and further from far-off.
When we were young, and still felt it.
That answer.
The one they're looking for.
I don't have it.
It's somewhere.
In between none of this is real and this never happened.
We're not hopeless.
No, we want the world.
But we are a little less.
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