for all the magic, the whole of it was
just tragic, me and you, and me and you,
and me and you, and etcetera, and
etcetera, all of that that was never really
true, and all of our faces turned so blue,
while we were stuck to "me and you,"
and while we rationally knew what was
really true, well we really knew, deep
down inside, there was no truth to abide,
it was all just illusion, just a momentary
confusion, just a mistaken allusion,
just two people being confusin',
just wantin' to hold on while we knew
that we were losin', just a way to keep
from choosin', another glass slipper that
slipped away, another something for
another day, another way that we could
say, hey it happened for us, something
that we could trust; but at the end of the
song, we could not bring it along, it was
already gone, baby, it was already gone.
August 19, 2009, for a bunch of them, but not Her.
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