People collect people
To paste up like photographs
To caption and to choreograph
Little steps on their life's path
Defining you
Defiling me
Your world of little boxes
Won't ever, ever fit me
Collections of qualifications
Collections of places and stories
Some collections of best ofs and heroes
The collectors that fill themselves empty
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People collect people
As if you're a fucking butterfly
If they pin you up against a wall
That's once and enough to try
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Collections yet to be catalogued
Collections of vague aspirations
Collections of assets lined up like tools
Collections of empty connections
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People collect people
But I find we have to merge and absorb
The intimate barriers crossed over before
We can ever explain what we adore
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I know she came for me, whenever she wanted me free
I know she freed herself, in order to come with me
I can feel her deep inside, squeezing my mind to be
I know she came for me as she always wanted me free
