You said you wanted someone just like me you let me read it in your diary I'd like to write this out of history it was an awkward patch I had an itch to scratch We spent the summer kissing in a basement room learning all the rules you made them up as you went along and then your passion cooled you really had me fooled I'm not gonna be around you better write this down I'm gonna leave without a sound you better write this down I didn't really need to hear the facts but you know me I couldn't help but ask and now you're telling me I need to relax I chose the warmest day to rain on your parade I learned to love the sickly sweet in order to meet all of my body's needs you swore to keep me in your nest how could you tell a lie about the birth of a child? I won't always be around... day by day we assemble it all and then we tear it away Stealing post-punk posters from your sister's room (you opened your diary I wish you'd never shown me) Gossamer voices rising from speakers in a prefabricated plume Here's an entry for your diary: dictation - are you ready? I'm not gonna be around you better write this down I'm gonna leave without a sound you better write this down
You said you wanted someone just like me you let me read it in your diary I'd like to write this out of history it was an awkward patch I had an itch to scratch We spent the summer kissing in a basement room learning all the rules you made them up as you went along and then your passion cooled you really had me fooled I'm not gonna be around you better write this down I'm gonna leave without a sound you better write this down I didn't really need to hear the facts but you know me I couldn't help but ask and now you're telling me I need to relax I chose the warmest day to rain on your parade I learned to love the sickly sweet in order to meet all of my body's needs you swore to keep me in your nest how could you tell a lie about the birth of a child? I won't always be around... day by day we assemble it all and then we tear it away Stealing post-punk posters from your sister's room (you opened your diary I wish you'd never shown me) Gossamer voices rising from speakers in a prefabricated plume Here's an entry for your diary: dictation - are you ready? I'm not gonna be around you better write this down I'm gonna leave without a sound you better write this down
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