I don’t think you’ll understand.
I don’t think you can.
Every time I drop love down
you take the first train out of–
the city is such a waste.
With no one here but me and ten thousand
others looking for the same thing.
Look what I found.
Nevermind, you’re never around
to see the good things
or my angel wings.
You know I don’t care–
Okay I do, but telling you wouldn’t be fair.
I have to be cold and callous.
I have to be bold and jealous.
I have to sleep with honesty
and give it to you regularly.

I’ll shut up
when you listen to me.

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