I feel like we still know each other
It’s all a flashback but this time it’s in colour
There’s no need for tears
We still melt against each other just the same
But am I not the same?
You say I am; you contradict yourself
It’s a routine
Swinging back and forth
Falling in and out
Disintegrating laughter
Tight-lipped smiles
We’ll continue to swerve down the wrong lanes
Speed, even in traffic
And make new roadways
It’s a construction zone
We don’t mind
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