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there's an image in your drink is that who you are? a matinee of complications to kick you in the cleft and she's calling out your name is that who you are? sinking feeling when she speaks those words though I want things to be good hit the light, it won't help you see I won't be here when you get home contact will only make it worse when togetherness is a chore can't ignore the bad parts and she's banking on your minutes but your time is sparse cover up, boost you seratonin lovely, it's a good start give it up, when friendships take formalities there is no excuse at all hit the light, it won't help you see I won't be here when you get home contact will only make it worse and we're chatting about the open blinds you're contesting what I want don't want to stay in this hot room with you tonight hitting the lights, dimming the lights we can't control what we happen to like it's a lesson in where we are ideally you might share my life, but this is real time neither side is listening hit the light, it won't help you see I won't be here when you get home contact will only make it worse I've never thought of this before you don't move me anymore over my dead body won't be here when you get home contact will only make it worse contact only makes it worse |