Dust In The Air I don't want to be the zipper on your jacket I don't want to be a handle on the door, I don't feel like like being the space in your mind, No, Not anymore I don't expect you to understand, How you need planets to fill space, Or that you'd never understand, You need food to taste. But I want to be the warmth that jacket brings you, and the freedom behind that door I want to be the wonder of space, And the apple to the core. I'm expecting you to understand now, that I'm not going to be the Inbetween, I'm going to be your attention The girl you've never seen
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