Redundant

this is not a joke

I take too lightly

I take you very serious

and when I get excited I have so much to say

and no right way to say it

and it all comes out

everything that makes me alive

it comes out and wants to let you know I love you

but is afraid

and all the places I dream of being

I wouldn't dream of going

without you

so if you really don't need that stuff

it doesn't exist

and if you do, maybe some of it will make sense

I'm very uncertain

certainly as much as ever 

and it's two-fold: what would I do?

ok, three-fold: I know I know

I know you want everything

and I want you to have the world

I can't make you smile or feel special all the time,

and, I know it's a crime

still maybe somewhere in Milan, you can have a good time

and show yourself off

and I can watch with my fingers between my eyes

as the sun finds you very sweet

and looks down to you - not to say much

it's simper

and a painter of buildings

and another painter

wants to paint you with all his might

we don't know what that means, but agree to temple

and you look beautiful tonight

and I just know you always will

and that makes me crumble and simper

to know you are, fully

and you don't need me

to be redundant

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