Sometimes i feel like my whole life is a social experiment, a fiction. That once i've lived out my happy ending i'll go back and pick over these parts for their authenticity.
I'm turning up Imaginary Girl as the gear tops up my daydream, closing my eyes and drifting. The Boy nods off beside me, lost in his own paradise. This room is falling through space at a really unbelievable speed.
If only i could put down in words what i've seen, what i've learnt, before we crash.
Sway pretty girl.. It ain't real anyway..
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