You could have just propped me up at the table like a mannequin
or a cardboard standup
and given me any face that you wanted me to be seen
we’re damned by the existential moment
when we saw the couple in a coma
and it was weakened with the cliché
but we carried on anyway

So, sure, I could just close my eyes
Yeah, sure, trace and memorize
But can you go back once you know?

You don’t know me
You don’t know me at all