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If I could look beyond your face

And photograph your hidden place

Would I find you smiling in the picture

I don’t know what you want

Because you don’t know

So what’s the point of asking

You’re almost happy

Almost content

But your head hurts

Far too many ways to go

We learn so much but never know

Where to look

Or when we should stop looking

I can love the whole of you.

The poetry I stole from you

And hide inside my stomach

You’re almost happy

Almost content

But your head hurts

It’s easy to get lost in you

And fall asleep inside of you

I want to return to you

A reason to be here

A reason to be here

No, I don’t know what you want

As you don’t know

So what’s the point of asking

You’re almost happy

Almost content

But your head hurts

You’re almost happy

You’re almost content

But your head hurts