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I left your heart out to dry on a clothin' line stretched over central time
You roamed far from home trustin' my wanderin' eyes
Thought if you were mine, my mind wouldn't be far behind
Wined and dined before resignin' to try
And find a way to explain the mess I made of my own mind
Maybe it was all along
Maybe I'll never belong
With someone sweet and somethin' strong
Wonderin' what was wrong
So don't run too fast or you'll fall
Ain't nothin' ever hurt that never mattered at all
Don't deserve your tears when you cry
Just keep 'em inside and don't pay me no mind
Prayed to God these few months for him to call me back
But I think he's out of office, 'cause his line's got slack
I'm a triple-threat, ball of stress, panic attack
Therapist's wet dream, grab another one from the rack
And now I'm flipped on a dime
Pocket change I exchanged for a girl writin' east coast lines
Tryin' to find the feminine divine
Wife in my eyes when I'm wanderin' blind
Spines intertwined but mine's inclined like a vine
Too weak with pride to recline on anyone else's side
Maybe it was all along
Maybe I'll always be wrong
Someone sour, somethin' strong
Wonderin' what went wrong
So don't run too fast or you'll fall
Ain't nothin' ever hurt that never mattered at all
Don't deserve your tears when you cry
Just keep 'em inside and don't pay me no mind
Prayed to God these few months for him to call me back
But I think he's out of office, 'cause his line's got slack
I'm a triple-threat, ball of stress, panic attack
Therapist's wet dream, grab another one from the rack
Lavender, reverie
Livin' in my memory
Oh, I'm rememberin' things
Feel a feelin' findin' me
Arcade token, ecstasy
Reading me your poetry
Eighty words on how to breathe
I'm runnin', runnin'
Maple street, matcha tea
Livin' for the memory
Oh, I'm forgettin' things
Feel a feelin' fleein' me
Archetype, I gotta leave
Thrivin' in the in-between
Teach me how, how to breathe
I'm runnin', runnin', runnin'
So don't run too fast or you'll fall
Ain't nothin' ever hurt that never mattered at all
Don't deserve your tears when you cry
Just keep 'em inside and don't pay me no mind
Prayed to God these few months for him to call me back
But I think he's out of office, 'cause his line's got slack
I'm a triple-threat, ball of stress, panic attack
Therapist's wet dream, grab another one from the rack
