| You said «I'm sorry I can’t look you in the eyes
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| There’s something wrong with my mind»
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| I put my hand on his chest and I looked him in the eye
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| And said «you're doing your best, my guy»
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| That’s that existential dread
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| That’s tears on your sheets when you’re tryna go to bed
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| That’s an uncomfortable day, day instead
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| Of being happy in that dismal head
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| Oh my fucking God
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| If someone asked-
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| Ha, oh, fuck
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| If someone asked me to have a positive outlook
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| I’ma positively put my fist in that neck nook
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| That soft part between your neck and your chest
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| You said «I'm sorry I can’t look you in the eyes
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| Ther’s something wrong with my mind»
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| I put my hand on his chest and I looked him in th eye
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| And said «Jordan, at least you tried»
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| Let’s go
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| Yo, I’m sorry I can’t look you in the eyes
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| There’s something wrong with my mind
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| He put his hand on my cheek and looked me in the eye
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| Bye, he walked into the night, that’s beautiful
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| I’m sorry I can’t look you in the eyes
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| There’s something wrong with my mind
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| County clerk, waitress, cashier guy
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| I’m sorry I can’t look you in the eyes, you’re beautiful |