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Why do we sleep where we want to hide?
Why do I run back to you
Like I don’t mind if you ♥♥♥♥ up my life?
Why am I a sucker for all your lies?
Strung out like laundry on every line
Why do I come back to you
Like I don’t mind if you ♥♥♥♥ up my life?
Thinkin’ about you, you’re in my head
Even without you, I still feel dead
Why do I run back to you
Like I don’t mind if you ♥♥♥♥ up my life?
Dead, thinking about you, you’re in my head
Even without you, I still feel dead
Why do I run back to you
Like I don’t mind if you ♥♥♥♥ up my life?
i would be insane out of several minds to restart what we had going, and you have seen that as far as romance is an arena, i yield with a particularly emphasized sigh to even a fat (ovwerweihei((fluffy)) boy (man((adult)). ⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑
Whenever i cornered you and secured a tap in to victory, you would counter, drawing your popsicle and healing from it to rebuke me and retain your seemingly innocent, asthmatically attractive autonomy