| You’re leaving at midnight but that doesn’t sit right
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| You call your dad and hide your location with no hesitation
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| You were attached until you snapped
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| Used to be kind now you’re out of your goddamned mind
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| I used to be patient but now I’m just vacant
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| I was so sentimental then you came for my head
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| We were both on the brink, I was holding my breath
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| You were so fucking twisted and it’s hard to be indifferent
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| When I know, just be honest with me, babe
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| Cast me out with the cynics and the saints all alike
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| You’re a runaway truck, I’m a guy on a bike
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| You were so fucking shitty, get me out of the city
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| 'Cause I know, just be honest with me, babe
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| With me, babe
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| You say you’re in midtown to stay at a friend’s house
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| But you’re at home counting your blessings, it must get depressing
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| Don’t call me back, I’m used to that
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| It’s just been awhile since you’ve actually made me smile
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| There’s something about you that I can see through
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| I was so sentimental then you came for my head
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| We were both on the brink, I was holding my breath
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| You were so fucking twisted and it’s hard to be indifferent
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| When I know, just be honest with me, babe
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| Cast me out with the cynics and the saints all alike
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| You’re a runaway truck, I’m a guy on a bike
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| You were so fucking shitty, get me out of the city
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| 'Cause I know, just the honest with me, babe
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| With me, babe |