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You asked me to just take it slow so
how come you speak just like snow?
you told me not to go too crazy,
but surely you didn't expect to do it lately,

don't want to waste a minute more here,
cause silence i have always feared,
maybe if you once said good morning,
i wouldn't mentally hit an awning,

open my heart to the thought that life,
didn't always need to resemble a slashing knife,
Edison would roll over in his grave,
if he were able to see the light you gave,

i can't expect you to really still desire me,
so i must find someone else to rewire me,
if this attire we once dressed in was ever nice,
at least i know you can't feel it without ending on ice.