Ignorance

You're sorry?
"have we ever met before?"
An aspiration
What was it you thought you heard when you cried?

And an aspiration
What was it you thought you heard?
May is coming, and the winds are laced
With what you thought you heard
When you cried

You're sorry?
"have we met before on other planets somewhere?"
Have we eaten together out of the same bowl of lies
That I know, and you show, was never "me"

You have to opеn the door
That you can't see
You have to open thе door
To complicate me

You shoot from the hip