Original lyrics

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I'm sitting in a room With empty bottles A giant apple fills the space The furniture is new The doors are ancient I'm horny and it's Sunday blues Whatever hooks my inbetweens Lonesome and art-addicted Well if it's just to fill the holes You could just come over Hush, it's just a kiss Upon your eyelids Let's not do what we'll regret You're not allowed to touch Let's start an orgy A non-romantic tenderness Whatever crooks that which is lean Dogmas of civil notions Darling this life is but a dream And that keeps me living Eyes on the future The prize is the rupture Finding the balance Meet me in the middle Eyes on the future The prize is the rupture Breaking the patterns Meet me in the middle