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Of all the things.
Of the very few things’ that I’m afraid to loose
I don’t know why it is, that one of them is you.
You come to me when its convenient to
a convenience is all I am to you
Cause I’ve opened that door again and again
Always available, the ever-loyal friend.
And It’s not like I needed something
I only wanted enough nothingness
To be able to continue to want to learn
To be able to reach and able to yearn
Well honey I guess it’s all gone away
I’m playing old mother hen
The fat hand grenade
Of all the ridiculous things I’ve thought
And the expectations that fall to naught
if love was something that could be bought
I’d never be able to pay you up
My labour isnt good enough
My argument never strong enough
and til we admit we’re not in love
we’re just two people who happen to fuck.
