Note to myself

What if I found the love already But it wasn't in you But in the broken vase of flowers Crashed in the living room What if I caused affection Simply by causing effects Like objectifying people And giving objects names Is it all I make it out of Like coffee with the plant foam Playing pretend Until it tastes so sweet It's in the branches dancing Just after the winter passed I feel the cold leaving hands Hope it won't reach to heart Superstition to survive Has conditioned us to lie The sky won't change its' hue Exchanging blue in our minds Is it all I make it out of Like coffee with the plant foam Playing pretend Until it tastes so sweet And to call it different names Substitution in pharmacy down the lane Maybe not you, maybe not us Fleeting or meant to last Is it all I make it out of Like coffee with the plant foam Playing pretend Until it tastes Is it all I make it out of Like coffee with the plant foam Playing pretend Until it tastes so sweet So sweet So sweet