I gave up on cigs
Now I’m hooked on a phix 
I did it just for you 
So I don’t smell like a septic 

Be the Edits to my Chris
Be the Nolan to my ator 
I know that Cupid missed
But I still really love her

Be the laces to my shoe
Be the jack to my linberg 
When I cry about you 
I am drinking lots of liquor

Be the garage to my band
Be the frap to my chino 
I know you don’t understand
But without you i feel so low

This room just makes me sad
The colors are depressing
Its you’re hand I wish I had
I would hold and I would sing

You’re the edits to my chris
You’re the nolan to my ator 
It looks like cupid hit 
And now I know that I love herr 

This song it is a joke
But my feels are authentic
Go listen to Cherry Coke
I try my best to be poetic

In Penny I do explain
How I can be obsessive
That feeling will remain 
Because I am posessive

But my feelings are for you
I want to see you happy 
And if I choose to pursue
I hope this song isn’t tacky 

I want to lay down next to you
And wake up in the morning 
With you in my field of view 
I hope that feeling’s reoccuring

Now I have a car
I can pick you up whenever
We can look up at the stars
That is my endeavor 

I’m not good at making words
Wrote my feelings down on paper
Don’t let it get on your nerves
When my car’s full of vapor

You’re the edits to my chris
You’re the nolan to my ator 
It looks like cupid hit 
And now I know that I love her

Edits to my chris

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Edits to my chris

Aidan Dooley