You're sitting in a glass hatch
waiting for the walls to crack,
I wanted to anoint you with love
felt like you had no fun.
Yardstick becomes blurred and hazy
until you say you have to have me around.
It's a song in your head
counting bad times in your head
I can't make it on my own.
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