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Mm-hm
You wanna call
As if I have a say in it at all
Your fatal flaw
You only do what's automatic
In your defense
You probably think you're seeing me again
You're hitting send
Pretending that it's cinematic
Why do guys always spit on the sidewalk?
And why am I so confined to polite talk?
This will be how our species will die off
On the phone, poking holes in the drywall
You wanna fight?
Alright, I think I'm free again tonight
It might be fine
But probably, you'll just say you like me
Which I'll ignore
But that has never made you stop before
I'm keeping score
In case misfortune comes to strike me
Why do guys always listen with one ear?
And why do I always wish you were not here?
This will be a weird cap to a bad year
Fire's gone, gotta wait 'til the ash clears
Making the bed
Walking to dinner
I never think of what you want
Maybe it's sad
Cry me a river
You never think of what I want
Hang up the phone
And try to not predict the great unknown
It's getting old
You're just like me when I was twenty
All thoughts and prayers
All sweetest nothings, tuckings of the hair
It isn't fair
But sorry, I have seen it plenty
Why do guys always speak in iambic?
Every lie even more sycophantic
Being nice doesn't make you romantic
I don't know how you don't understand it
Making the bed
Walking to dinner
I never think of what you want
Maybe it's sad
Cry me a river
You never think of what I want
Wearing a skirt
Turning a corner
I never think of what you want
Maybe it hurts
Character for ya
You never think of what I want