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And, darling
Is there a cure for this hunger?
A terrible curse to be under
I'll be sleeping with that
And it's no small thing
You'll smoke me out in your own ways
And chase me around until morning
And follow me by
And, lovely
Tearing me down with your cheekbones
They're warm but they hit me like sharp stones
When you pull away
Now I walk slow
I wander the streets in the morning
Still smell your scent like a warning
When the wind blows
Oh, when the wind blows
So leave me when you're sleeping alone in the basement
And my parents are home but I'm vacant
And I'm watching the news
'Cause I'm slow now
I'm young but I feel like an old man
The tar in my lungs and these cold hands
They held onto you
No, keep me inside of your mind
When you're aching
Lord, 'cause for now we're mistaken
In thinking we fit
God, stay steady
When nights are ablaze
And it's heavy
Alone in my room and I'm ready
To rest for a while
Oh, to rest for a while
Oh, but don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it, honey, I don't mind
Oh, but I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
And I don't mind it
(I'll wait and I'll listen) I don't mind it
(And see you through to the kitchen) I don't mind it
(I'm not taking it back) I don't mind
Oh, and I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I, ah
Oh, honey, I don't mind it
