36 seconds ago, I realized, I was the girl, I never wanted to be.
36 seconds ago, I realized the world was pouring down on me.
To tell me how I'd become the only one to know,
How to love purely, how to love deeply, how to be fully in love.
How to be fully, stupidly in love.
Pressed shirts, clean cheeks, but a lipsticked collar,
Clean it off but theres more, and a single dollar.
And talk is as cheap as the fabric that your shirt's made of.
But I still wait up, anyway.
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