Cast iron memory.
Strong as the death of me
Hold still,
I’m moving to total recall
Of strands of hair spread across 
That angelic face of yours
Control me,
I feel like
I’m about to fall
You know what I will say next
It’s predictable af
There’s another thing that 
I want to say 
But I will hold onto that
And save it for the right day, yeah

I’m cold on the Sunday that you’re gone,
The one that you said we were on for movies and popcorn,
Yeah I’m really trying to 
Muster some amount of attitude 
Something that lets me ask you 
What exactly is wrong 
Because she’s hard to imagine 
Hard to figure out,
Hard to control, she’ll blow your brains out
Cover you in a shroud, make no noise and leave.
She is bad for me, to no extent, 
There’s never any space for me to vent,
But unexpectedly,
That love comes naturally
Naturally

Does it bother you to have to have the upper hand
Another set of rules I don’t understand
Why is that necessary?
It all seems so blurry
And I can’t even try to find a way out 
A matter into which you’ll poke your snout, 
Snapchat filters, coming out loud

But I should know how it feels to be ousted
No choice but I am hidden, I am crouching
Your expectations seem to cross the boundaries
But I still can’t help but feel

I’m cold on the Sunday that you’re gone,
The one that you said we were on for movies and popcorn,
Yeah I’m really trying to 
Muster some amount of attitude 
Something that lets me ask you 
What exactly is wrong 
Because she’s hard to imagine 
Hard to figure out,
Hard to control, she’ll blow your brains out
Cover you in a shroud, make no noise and leave.
She is bad for me, to no extent, 
There’s never any space for me to vent,
But unexpectedly,
That love comes naturally
Naturally

popcorn

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