| I said come over
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| She said are your roommates there
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| I said come over
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| Do you think my roommates care
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| She said what if
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| Dot, dot, dot
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| I said what if
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| Dot, dot, dot
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| If they hear us drumming on the headboard they gone think that I’m a, shhh
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| I got dirty clothes in the corner
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| Not sure if I’ve worn em
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| Hella dranken water bottles, some barely just opened
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| Street signs on the wall
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| Vandalized and stolen
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| If I righted all my wrongs, I would die a damn good poet
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| This life ain’t goin' nowhere
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| We are victims and we know it
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| Both feeling the shame
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| Just too afraid to show it
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| There’s angels on our shoulders
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| We choose to ignore them
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| Both our rooms are dirty but for now it’s where the home is
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| I’d say let’s clean the mess we made
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| But chaos is the only thing that makes me sane
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| She said what if
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| Dot, dot, dot
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| I said what if
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| Dot, dot, dot
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| If we both commit to nothing then we will never fall in love
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| She said come over
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| I said are your roommates there
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| She said come over
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| I wouldn’t ask you if my roommates were anywhere near.
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| I said what if
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| Dot, dot, dot
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| She said what if
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| Dot, dot, dot
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| Are we making a mistake
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| Or am I thinking way too much
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| The walls are hand painted
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| They have your letters on it
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| Monogrammed pillows with the zig zags across it
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| Smells like spray tan, make up, and burnt hair
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| Your closet can barely breathe but there’s nothing to wear
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| Doing what I can
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| To stay inside the moment
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| Reality stands still
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| My mind moves into motion
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| The truth gets louder with every word unspoken
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| Both our rooms are dirty but for now it’s where the home is
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| I’d say let’s clean the mess we made
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| But chaos is the only thing that makes me sane
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| She said what if
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| Dot, dot, dot
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| I said what if
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| Dot, dot, dot
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| If we both commit to nothing then we will never fall in love
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| There’s no way we’ll fall in love
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| No, not in a place like this
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| Both our rooms are dirty love
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| But for now that’s the way it is
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| There’s no way we’ll fall in love
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| No, not in a place like this
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| Both our rooms are dirty love
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| But for now that’s the way it is |