Honey, he doesn’t love you.
Honey, he doesn’t love you.
Can’t you
sing for me now 'cause I've never sung before and
Let’s go out tonight. I feel like picking a fight.
I
One last chance to say all the things you wanted
The warm, dry air of another town reminds me of
Half asleep when you start quizzing me,
I hear, I hear
When your heart breaks you, when the lies shine through,
If I could fake a thousand emotions,
if I could lie
a silver mirror that's flaking to black.
he sees more
Right on cue with your impeccable delivery,
alienating but true.
You laugh
You explain things to me and I try to talk
You can almost hear the reasons. You can practically mouth
This isn’t life.
This isn’t ok.
This isn’t much more than survival.
I
Theres three homeless guys on the corner watching me walk
Once on the knees
and once on the toes.
If this is
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