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Why do you only show up when I'm waiting for someone else?

Don't get me wrong, but who could help but be jealous.

When you can just take your time, without taking any help.

When everyone seems to want the worst for themselves

What does it say that they want you?

You're so vein; I’m insecure.

And isn't this awkward? But who will complain,

I'll just never see you the same way again.





I take a bottle in hand,

And a bottle in heart.

That’s enough for me,

For the most part.



Standing on the street corners with you in my arms,

There’s nowhere on earth I'd rather be, forgiving the cars.

Growing up has never seemed such a sweet thing to me

I can't help but love how simple this could be.

I know you well enough to know

I wish I'd never met you.

I know myself enough to know

You'll never forget me.



I take a bottle in hand,

And a bottle in heart.

That’s enough for me,

For the most part.