You Rehearsed This

You Rehearsed This


You rehearsed this

I am watching you stomp flowers

Picking up footsteps in the dirt


And I know that to you

I am the paradise sun

I am the weekend selling monday morning


But to me you are a house of cards

Flimsy and dellicate 

Stuck in the swoon of adoration false and true


But you already knew that because you rehersed it


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