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Grab your shoes, and throw on your sweatshirt,
i will not let you lip lock my hookah, my heart you did hurt,
i was so sure of going slow, that i did not feel my heart freeze,
ice box of a chest cavity, at least during cold lonely nights i will still feel at ease.

Slam my room door, as well as the front with an ongoing loud conversation,
i never told you to fall even one step for me, never asked for such infatuation,
if you were not so damn beautiful, i would have to only get over your personality,
your eyes have got my heart button mashing, longing for the finish him or fatality.

I hate getting thoughts or texts from you, a brutal invasion of my Normandy,
i get awfully mind washed while i proceed towards you cautiously,
one more east side push and i will let it force me to the west,
a fresh new beginning, maybe that is what is best.