Sex Scene

I read your diary

And you think just like me

Which probably isn't good

And I feel embarrassed

That she met your parents

Thought I had a shot with you

Just feed me to the gators

Thought you said that you don't like labels

Yet you slapped them onto every article of clothing

And I write in the papers

That you're a noise concern to your neighbors

I wonder what goes on inside that you're never showing

I'm just a comedy show to you

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I read your text to

Replay events to

Remind me that that was real

Yeah, you were too touchy

With hands that could love me

With the wounds that I know you'd heal

Just feed me to the gators

Thought you said that you don't like labels

Yet you slapped them onto every article of clothing

And I write in the papers

That you're a noise concern to your neighbors

I wonder what goes on inside that you're never showing

I'm just a comedy show to you

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