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    Don't you dare sleep with someone you don't know.
    They'll feel it in the back of their throat.
    We know I can`t construct a poem,
    Cause words like girls get bored and run
    C'est la vie, I say "I've got so many better things"
    I've got nothing, you should see me,
    I smoke myself to sleep.

    And blame postmodern things I can`t relate,
    Like summer camp and coastal states.
    Like alcohol and coffee beans.
    Dance floors and magazines.
    I think it`s safe to say "I've only got myself to
    blame"
    But boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down,
    Taking pictures of themselves.

    ?Boys in swooping haircuts you know who you are?

    And so I walk the web in search of love,
    But always seem to end up stuck.
    I'm finding flaws in everyone.
    I've reached the point where all I want,
    Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back
    up.
    We are parallel lines we?re running in circles,
    We're never meant to cross.

    I'm at a loss, you were my tangerine,
    My pussycat, my trampoline.
    Now all I get are wincing cheeks,
    And dog problems, I signed a lease.
    Thinking my heart belonged at 93rd and park.
    Instead I broke a girl?s heart,
    And flew back to phoenix to finish the year as it
    started.

    Can you hear me?
    Are you listening?
    This is the sound of my heart breaking.
    And I hope its entertaining,
    Cause for me it?s a bitch.
    Was it worth it?
    When you slept with him?
    Did you get it all out of your system?

    I am over that
    Hope you don?t get up
    I couldn?t breath
    Caught me on the cross
    I didn?t know
    I couldn?t give up

    B is for believing you'd always be here for me.
    E is for everything, even when we'd see it though.
    C, c is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me to
    A because, because, you always run away.

    I never finish phrases, I misspell.
    Open arms are prison cells.
    When I said, "I hate what I've become"
    I lied, I hated who I was.
    So when you start to wonder 'bout the strain in my
    throat,
    Then don't you ever, no never, ever, sleep with
    someone you don't know.
    Compositor: The Format

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