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We hold hands and they call us lovebirds,

But they are too colorful and noticeable,

Not nearly strong enough as your grip,

As your hands around my waist,

Keeping me from falling (but it's already too late.)

my breakfast cereal used to turn soggy in milk,

and now the flavors blend like a rainbow,

and every time i watch that show,

i wonder what it would be like if i was in your arms,

a black cat crossed the street

as i was speeding down it,

i came to a halt, 

but it was already gone. 

i guess that it's lucky:

i didn't kill the cat,

but as i stepped out to look where it stood,

Is it so wrong for you to look at me?

Is it so bad to smile my way?

You act like I'm untouchable, a flea,

But yet you kiss me whispers and my hair you play.