| Six months, at bay we wrecked the porch,
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| We kissed at dark, we crossed a line,
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| Where it was blurred, not sure it’s smart.
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| Cuz I’m not the angel that he wishes I could be,
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| For all my storms, all words escape me, every time he looks at me.
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| And I hated the way we talked as if there was nothing really important to say.
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| Till I noticed how he stuck around every time I wished he would stay.
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| Anticipation killed me nightly,
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| He slept soundly while I laid awake.
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| Till it was more than I could take.
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| Six spun the bottle that I was too afraid to try,
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| Been with lots of boys,
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| And they screwed me up,
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| So I learned to lie.
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| He plays me records, gets me home safe late at night.
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| He kissed me one too many times.
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| But still, this boy,
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| He couldn’t see the light.
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| But I hated the way we talked as if there was nothing really important to say.
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| Till I noticed how he stuck around every time I wished he would stay.
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| This could turn out fine,
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| If I shut up and let things be okay.
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| But I thought back while we laid in his bed. |
| And I worry about the line between his and mine, and what the boys’ll say.
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| When I finally gave him up and walked away,
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| He started following.
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| This is harder than I ever thought it’d be.
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| So tell me, will I pay
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| For the smack that left me safe?
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| So let’s stay in bed all day,
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| And may things go by, okay? |