All right well, shit
I guess this is it.
You say you want it bad
This one thing, you could have
But now I'm up for grabs
and you hold your hands [back]
You bite your swollen tongue
empty your frost-bitten lungs
No more longing
for lonely me
I danced around the plot
tried to fool myself
You had me almost caught
then became someone else
Go away, go away
I'll say
But only because I know
you're too much not enough
to stay.
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