We'll meet again

How about we meet again
in this cold real world
because love and romance if only fiction
pink glasses never stay

mine broke as I walked
out of this old brown door
scratching voice against the wall
saying words, meaning nothing at all

I was cheating on life
and myself, pretending to live
in this purple haze fairy tale
trumpets blowing angrily in my ear

My eyes were troubling
yet the streat I walked was clear
perhaps the sun longed to ease us
still I turned around the corner

How about I call you
later on this summer night
to explain you how you scared me
of losing you in just one fright?

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