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You lost your lenses Left with a frame From headbanging To something too late She doesn't know how cool she is Playing with her little fingers Cooler than pictured In her eyes Listen Oatmeal quesadillas Blending in like they're a real thing Marigold tomatoes A pair of me Learning to get dressed In your sweats Going to bed I can't forget The look on your face Laying awake We never made it to the skates Play with the ground Kicking away At our weird day Scratching the surface Of being real nervous For the next day Ending with words we wanna say