You are so sweet to pretend that you're listening
Lights in the back of your head: slowly dimming
I see the pictures you took on the wall, there
When can we leave? It's so hard to ignore them.
I never ever thought I'd be the one to let you down
Oh I know it's a shame that we never connected
In that way
Screaming his name through a drunk & packed basement
He shifts his eyes, he is young and embarassed
But you know the way that he likes you to do that
So you run your mouth, and he's happy to listen
WE WOULD HAVE BEEN A MISTAKE
YOU GAVE ME YOUR HEART TO BREAK
HOLDING YOUR HAND IN JULY
AUGUST
SEPTEMBER
YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME
BY THE WINTER
TIME
You cut your bangs and you shaved off your eyebrows
Pulled out your teeth, popped your eyes with a nail file
Life is much sweeter without inhibition
You swore them off, and I'm glad you don't miss them
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