I’m late, I’m late but I don’t recall what I was running for and time falls away as we tumble down this rabbit hole it felt slower in my head faster in your bed messy and raw and real. I’ve always been the wrong Alice an impossible thing buttered wings a flower that sings a mouse that drinks too much I was just wandering I was just wondering curious and curiouser when you smile did it ever reach your eyes? or did you disappear in fear that some girl would finally see you for what you nearly are? I knew who you were this morning but you’ve changed so many times since then drink me eat me devour me until you’re towering the whites in your eyes paints the skies red your voice crashes in my head we wander utterly bonkers as I wonder so utterly breathless can’t you give me something real? I blink, and you reappear how many times I’ve tried to keep you here I wish I could be just Alice but this place, this you, it’s madness.
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