the insides of that car

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car drives by but it's missing some parts
i can see its insides its lungs and heart.
i wish i could see you that way, figure out how you are.
but all i see is flesh and fabrics and the back of that car.
you tell me that they're jealous but baby they shouldn't be,
because all i have are memories of half-truths created by me.
i have disappointment and betrayal, wet eyes and blotchy faces,
when it comes to love and truth I'm a tourist in those places.
but i'm trying so hard to be like that car i see
to show the outside and the inside of me.