I'm freakin out like Incandenza
You're pretty cute, but your friend is better
My eyes are low and my room is messy
But I'm cold love like a Christmas wedding
You were depressed for a week
When you left Albany
And it all comes together in a song you sing
And I know the words don't mean a thing
I called your phone, it goes straight to voicemail
I never knew you were cruel
But I got a friend that lets me drink on spec now
I've got hobbies that aren't you
We were just drunk libertines
But you took it slow with me
And I loved you then more than I could see
And I know it don't mean a thing
I wrote lullabies for our future children
Then you miscarried my sown seedsh
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