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Closer weeks for words
You the patient carry
But for what's it worth
My head and heart are spinning

I don't think anyone else
Understands you like I do

The second I close the door
For me the guilt is maddening
I'm mixing metaphors
Make myself the enemy

I don't have anyone else
That I know I can turn to, but you
Closer weeks for words   You the patient carry   But for what's it worth   My head and heart are spinning      I don't think anyone else   Understands you like I do      The second I close the door   For me the guilt is maddening   I'm mixing metaphors   Make myself the enemy      I don't have anyone else   That I know I can turn to, but you