He was what my mother would call a good boy.
When I left you in my pocket.
Oh, such a despair.
Leaving you in perfect position
to convert from lover to
stalker
I think you made a mistake
taking yourself out, making it special.
I think I made two
taking you in and making you a song
without a rime, because I must
make apologies to myself
for letting you enter my fingertips.
Closed hands. Make fists
I refused
put you in my pocket
and hit you with ignorance.
Oh, such a despair.
Leaving you in perfect position
to convert from lover to
stalker
I think you made a mistake
taking yourself out, making it special.
I think I made two
taking you in and making you a song
without a rime, because I must
make apologies to myself
for letting you enter my fingertips.
Closed hands. Make fists
I refused
put you in my pocket
and hit you with ignorance.
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