| Are you kidding me?
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| Because you’ve got to be joking
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| on a night like tonight especially.
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| I sense distaste,
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| but I was never great at reading your face.
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| I’m not a fucking trophy,
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| but to you I might as well have been.
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| We’re outside of an awkward Christmas party,
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| two separate shades of parting.
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| Say you’re kidding me,
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| except I don’t think you’re joking,
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| and neither of us are laughing.
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| How did I end up bedside
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| wondering what you meant by «the end?»
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| Now you’ve seen
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| that I’m not exactly the person you wanted me to be,
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| so put it on my shoulders. |