View From Below...

view from below
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Every time I look up there, you look down
Smiling whether through tears or frowns

I've seen you crying, when you think you're fooling
But salt water's never been shower water for me

Laying my head upon your chest, sweaty nights
"Where are we going...?" sleepily swirling kites

And you reply, "We're going nowhere." I'm sure
You think I don't see the many many layers
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This is my view from below
Your tears fall freely
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These days moreso
And I can always see