Me and you
this is what it is
surreal as ever
ignorance is bliss.
Me and you
what can be better?
in this box
I found that old letter
in which every line became true
the story of me and you...
and I gazed in that mirror beside us--
I see you by my side...
And this is what it is
so pure; never vile
taken over by grief
underneath this smile;
as I recall a crash
and we went down...
but it wasn't real.
And the mirror beside us--
it lies; it doesn't affect
but I'm so afraid
of what it'll reflect
it's not true...
but how come you're not here?
why haven't you called?
why don't I know what I always knew?
and why isn't the sky so blue?
I looked in the mirror beside us--
there was no you...
Me and you
what can be better?
in my pocket; I found that second letter
in which every line
collapsed my surround
And the mirror beside us--
it CRASHED on the ground
that is you and me
and we went down...
