I am a sort of junkie; I am addicted to you. Start this song off with a little cliche imaginary, sure to catch a few. Well, anyway, You are in my veins and I can feel you climbing. Past the peaks and all the chiming church bells. Pray to god that I will not fall face flat in the bathtub, crying. But I am not a drug addict and this love – that’s it! I think I’ve had it! Right through my soul. And sometimes I feel myself tightly curl up and hope you will swoop down and scoop me up because I know we have severely fucked up and I’m hoping this mess will clean up, because sometimes we’re going to have to Show Up Outside. No one can care less when you close your apartment, you apparent door. They care less and less and more and more these days. But, I never said I’d be the one to care, I don’t like anyone getting in my head. Most days I deny you are even there and I guess you don’t like what I just said. I feel more safe to be lost, more lost to be safe. It’s a homemade fog to further complicate things and I feel more safe to be lost more lost to be safe, that’s the way it is. . .I am a sort of junkie; I am addicted to you. Start this song off with a little cliche imaginary, sure to catch a few. Well, anyway, You are in my veins and I can feel you climbing. Past the peaks and all the chiming church bells. Pray to god that I will not fall face flat in the bathtub, crying. But I am not a drug addict and this love – that’s it! I think I’ve had it! Right through my soul. And sometimes I feel myself tightly curl up and hope you will swoop down and scoop me up because I know we have severely fucked up and I’m hoping this mess will clean up, because sometimes we’re going to have to Show Up Outside. No one can care less when you close your apartment, you apparent door. They care less and less and more and more these days. But, I never said I’d be the one to care, I don’t like anyone getting in my head. Most days I deny you are even there and I guess you don’t like what I just said. I feel more safe to be lost, more lost to be safe. It’s a homemade fog to further complicate things and I feel more safe to be lost more lost to be safe, that’s the way it is. . .

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