You*

Among all these ugly things that trap me

I believe that there is you

When I’m sleepy and my head hurts

I believe that there is you

When I’m drunk on cheap wine

And the only one in the room

My dear darling

I can feel

That somewhere out there,

Waiting just for me

There is you.

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