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Anna said that she wasn't gonna be tied down

And I actually believed that I’d break that state of mind

She drove home sometime around midnight last night

Reasons, I don’t have



Now as surely as the sun’ll provide light to the moon

Sometimes I feel like I’m the earth cutting a donut in the radiation

Sometimes I feel like I’m the hole in her heart

Reasons, I don’t have



This isn’t irrational, is it?

Be honest with me, won’t you?

I just want to know

Am I causing this inertia?

Am I the founding reason that you hurt?

Be honest with me, am I?



If only you knew that these were the last things I’d ask of you

Would you provide me with the truth?

Would you lay it all out on the table?



Well your name may have been thrown around too casually

Compared to words like: perfect and pensive

But overuse depletes the meaning and worth

It’s a hard thing to learn



My skin is thick now, though capillaries thread the surface

Inflamed and often spilling their contents

So don’t push, it might stimulate the nerves

And I don’t need that now



This isn’t irrational, is it?

Be honest with me, won’t you?

I just want to know

Am I causing this inertia?

Am I the founding reason that you hurt?

Be honest with me, am I?



Can you be honest with me if I am with you?