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Never thought that I could feel
Such a slap in the face
Since my semester in New York
Where I drink it away
Social strategys are taught to bohemian crowds
And my love was like a food stamp, handing it out.
oh.
So I fell in love with you
All faint and grizzled and mature
You left me making putty
Lying on your bathroom floor
If it makes you jealous
Tells us,
Just what boy we should adore
When we talk about myself
So I don't mind that hes a bore
Hes like a less cute version of you
But he'll have to do
Hes like a wall mark version of you
But he'll have to do
He'll have to do
Now im in,
Brag about your band to me
You got me hot with all those snide remarks
About my poetry
But he gobbles up every single line about the stars
And how they scar my slightly chubby arms
Like slightly lit cigars.
So now,
He's next to me
But I can feel you in my heart
Your everything,
Your everything he'll never be
Its misery,
But more specifically
I miss that day you sit on me.
Hes like a less cute version of you
But he'll have to do
Hes like a wall mark version of you
But he'll have to do
He'll have to do
Hes like a less cute version of you
But he'll have to do
Hes like a wall mark version of you
But he'll have to do
He'll have to do
He has no inkling of your status of mind
Hes just a glow that i splatter of lies
You and I are like Siamese twins
So let this sick sad game begin.
Now,
Your here again
And here we wonder where Ive been
I'm giving in,
But in my own opinion
Its how to be
Though i can here him singing,
"All this envy's killin me."
(Killing me)
Hes like a less cute version of you
But he'll have to do
Hes like a wall mark version of you
But he'll have to do
He'll have to do
Hes like a less cute version of you
But he'll have to do
Hes like a wall mark version of you
But he'll have to do
He'll have to do.
