Chorus:
I’m too bold, yet neutral on occasions.
Left behind and it’s brutal. I’m slow, chasing.
Winter solstice, so cold, i need saving.
From your grasp, I get stuck like everyday.
And

I got addicted to your soft touch.
No fuss, til you switch it up, say it’s not love.
“I’m done” hear the phrase, echo through the hallways.
Daggers digging deep into the depths of my mindscape.

Verse 1:
Said you leaving, why you staying then?
You know I’m the only one working cuz I’ve been paying rent.
Say I got no purpose, I’m worthless after the cadence ends.
Who knows if I’ll ever be worth it like, what’s his name again?

Pray again, I’m hoping I don’t ever lose you.
Only sing the blues, when the puddle hits my new shoes.
Walking through a hurricane.
Looking like a murder scene.
You’ve been on a killing spree, I’m rushing through with urgency.

I don’t think you meant to burden me.
Looking back I see how it was hurting me.
And that never occurred to me.
Until I took my stitches out and figured out that all I needed was a bit of surgery.

Don’t forget that Hennessy will always fail your memory.
Remember we were talking bout our lives atop the mezzanine.
Eventually, we took it took to the bed, and tried to set the scene.
And then you disappeared without a trace.
Call that ‘Amelia tendencies.’

Chorus:
I’m too bold, yet neutral on occasions.
Left behind and it’s brutal. I’m slow, chasing.
Winter solstice, so cold, i need saving.
From your grasp, I get stuck like everyday.

I got addicted to your soft touch.
No fuss, til you switch it up, say it’s not love.
“I’m done” hear the phrase, echo through the hallways.
Daggers digging deep into the depths of my mindscape.

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