Because I don't want you to get used to it.
(I open my umbrella to find
Remnants of yesterday's afternoons
Tracing the spines with a finger)
And think that if I can go back
To take all the wrong things I've said
And collect them all in a basket,
I'll eat them all up
Before you can get there
But then I'll end up not talking to you at all
And I bet then you'd really find me strange.
Take your time
Watch me close the door
Sit by the window and try to find
That girl who wouldn't look twice at you
Except you won't have a reason to.
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Was browsing through my old stuff and found something that still makes sense to me!
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