all this time spent worrying
that i'd make you feel sick
beneath your clown exterior
i thought you might be delicate
but you don't care for me
no, i am empty space
and doesn't that always seem to be the way the mess gets made?
what good are you in my head?
where's your heart if it's not in your chest?
i'm sorry you see me as just a pastime
well, it's the last time
what good has any of it ever been?
i don't exist unless i'm in your bed
i'm sorry you saw me as just a pastime
well that's the last time
followed my feet to the parking lot
water dries on the print
you're only lonely late in the night
i just never let myself take a hint
i bet you put your hands together
i'm no better, no i'm no better
the absence of me in your thoughts
is the very thing that gets me off
the only reason you're in season
is because i'm someone you don't want
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