You Make Me Believe, by Allison McCulloch

You Make Me Believe

Baku, it was your name
So help me remember
Why Why the foreigner was right

And you make me believe
And you make me believe
Although you're not supposed to

When you finally get around to the phase
It's too late, but it's your time
And though no one else understands, we both know

And you make me believe
And you make me believe
In things I'm not supposed to

You run through the underworld 
Like a field
You fit so beautifully
There's almost no regret of what I could have done

And you make me believe
And you make me believe
Although you're not supposed to
11/17/1999, Allison McCulloch

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