Everything is nearly perfect
And everything that isn't
Only makes her more beautiful
When I close my eyes I can see her
I can see all of her graces
All the ways she pulls them in
I have no desire to know this girl
But I'll always wish I was more like her
I'll always wonder what would have happened
If I could go back and do my life over
As perfectly as possible
Dotting my I's and crossing my T's
Making sure that everything was so sweet
So innocent
So... unlike me
Maybe I could be her
With no story
But the ones that she reads
In her perfect books
Filled with perfect pages
Touched by lovely hands
It's a strange feeling
To be so jealous of someone I don't even know
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