I say things I don't mean

(like I'd take a rope to see how it feels,

then I'd lick you inside out because you laugh like rain.)

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'You'

is an un-objective

un-objecting pronoun.

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'You'
are lies made of paper and ink,

(or more fittingly, paper and ink made of lies)

just like most of Me.

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'You' have no name,

no face,

no life.

Except what I (and not really I,

just the bits of me that think you're real)

lend out to you.

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and

((I love you.))