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Drained
- So you got a bad feeling recently, not talking frequently
- plus you got a feeling that he’s fucking round secretly
- But you at a loss because you’ve grown dependent,
- don’t want to give up on your time thats been spent
- feels like this king size bed's gotten wider
- like an outcast in your own home, an outsider
- try n' get on his phone but he’s changed his pin
- then you start to ask him about where he’s been
- why he’s gone, why he’s late, out till dawn, tell me straight
- and he gives you stories that he’s just been working real late
- the temptation builds, and you see where he goes
- and you see him, not alone, through the cab windows
- feels like you’re in one of them TV shows, cus in the end he was never just chilling with his bros
- you turn concietful, throwing possessions to street full
- next time you catch him its a heartbreak sequel,
- you don’t know what to do decision decision,
- but your thoughts tear through your head, decision collision
- but your decision for collision with the side of his jaw,
- seems to be the only thing made sense anymore.
- he’s been staying at a hotel these last few days,
- and he’s picked up his shit from the car park bays
- and as time went by you though the wound would heal
- but the tears on your face have been hard to conceal
- and your thoughts in accumulation of running to the station
- trying to catch a train, to a plane to another nation
- you go out one night, try and forget for a while
- and those shot glasses around you they pile and pile
- wake up in a daze, sayin never ever again
- turn around, fuck no, why’ve i slept with him
- he was his best friend now i look like a slut
- maybe its not that bad but a feelin’ in my gut
- that this stories gonna get blown way outta proportion
- thats the way it is y’know, chinese distortion
- my words will get twisted like vocal contortion
- and everyone says ignore it, but its easier said than done
- regret it every night, but trying to find the light,
- that flight you were thinking of is looking alright
- new start, new place, new you, new face
- get to a place where these memories erase
- you go to click the button then you feel a vibrate,
- and he’s heard through the vine of yo' plans to migrate
- pleading to come round cus he misses your sound
- that way you stopped talking just seemed profound
- you don’t know why but you get in your car
- only this time you’re going to his house not a bar
- excuse state of my room, not had people in a while
- glad we could talk, stop being so hostile
- i got a lot of things i want to say,
- and i hope that you don’t take them the wrong way
- now i love you baby, and i know you love me,
- at least you did, before you tried to move a country
- now I’m being serious, those visions were delirious
- will you please say something? stop the mysterious?
- there was a time when all i’d think about was you
- your face, your smile and all the shit we’d been through
- fuck, that times maybe still going on,
- and my love for you no its still not withdrawn
- but theres things about you that drive me insane
- and it got to the point that where my right part of brain
- was telling me to do wrong and sing a swan song
- with a girl i met before you that i’d been stringing along
- and if I got a delorian i’d go back in the story’n
- stop myself and maybe we’d be all hunky and dory'n
- instead, you’re staring at me across the room
- with a bag of my shit ripped and broken I assume?
- fuck, from the 5th floor not much survived that fall,
- you know i’ve been left with nothing all
- when a couple of months ago she was saying i was the one,
- and now we’ve both had sex with a different person
- fuck, i’d have let bygones be bygones,
- but as she closed the door she said bye, gone.
- but baby i just need a shoulder to cry on
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