Staring at the walls, it's not my fault that I'm so dull. Afterwards you met, up with her and haven't left.
Maybe when you're gone I miss you, but that's not what I want to say. Both of us too scared of misuse to tell one another, I'll get out of your way.
Found pieces of you, inside my clothes and in my room. Seen you in my dreams, under my knees, you look so sweet.
But that's not what I'm going to tell you, I'll act like it never happened, I hope that my eyes compel you, to read between the lines of spring and your cigarette.
My baby's already tired of me, and he hasn't met me yet. My baby is waiting for me to leave, he's putting on my dress.
Slowly raise my arms, above my head as you redress. I look just like her, look just like him, look just like them.
How lucky you'd be, to fall in love with a movie. How lucky I am, to think of you as my friend.
My baby's already tired of me, and he hasn't met me yet. My baby is waiting for me to leave, he's putting on my dress.
Don't laugh please I don't think it's funny, you haven't seen me yet. Don't touch me I don't think it's funny, looks so androgynous.
You haven't met me yet.

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