I like the way you run aroundto all the guys in this dead townreciting every linethat we’ve all heard a hundred timesi like the way you stand and starethe lonely nightsyou just don’t careplease throw me out a linebefore I sink and fall behind
trying to pick up all the piecesscattered amongst all of the leaves andyou blend in so perfectlyit’s not an easy task for me andi’m dying slowly on the insidetrying to get up on their good sidesyou blend in so perfectlyit’s not the same as when you’re not with me
now you’re trying not to noticethe ripples on the surfacethe cracks in your reflectionin your mirror of perfectioni’ve gone a little jet laggedit’s just the kind that you likei’m trying to explain myself(wouldn’t you know it? i’m such a lonely fuckin’ sucker for you)
trying to pick up all the piecesscattered amongst all of the leaves andyou blend in so perfectlyit’s not an easy task for me andi’m dying slowly on the insidetrying to get up on their good sidesyou blend in so perfectlyit’s not the same as when you’re not with me
I never thought I’d beatthe feeling I was dying alonewith nowhere to call and nowhere to goyou were the closest thing that I had to a homeI never thought I’d beatthe feeling I was dying alonewith nowhere to call and nowhere to gothe hardest thing I had to learnwas how to let you go
trying to pick up all the piecesscattered amongst all of the leaves andyou blend in so perfectlyit’s not an easy task for me andi’m dying slowly on the insidetrying to get up on their good sidesyou blend in so perfectlyit’s not the same as when you’re not with me
when you’re not with mewhen you’re not with me
when you’re not with me
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