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Again at night i can barely sleep,

stuck counting our memories instead of sheep,

stuck on the double J when i need Zzz's,

fuck now i just used my last supply of trees,

it's cause i'm remembering, that's my problem,

i can't stop the thought like a baby can't with sobbin',

our love was lost, when really it was nothing,

you're a witch who spelled feelings into something,

you're a stitch in my side and a burn in my heart,

a desire in my mind cause we never truly got to start,

now i'm still going under and who cares where she be,

i'm trying my best to not let my mind run freely,

we went from so hot to so distant,

another silly crush for a stupid grown infant,

guess that's the way she plays and i'm walking away,

with my quarter still in my hand, i'm walking away.