This night's a lonely one.
I wonder if you're home alone,
Or gone, with them, all your friends.
Your love of pretend.
They may never see what you are.
Everyone just wants to grab it, girl,
And let go, but you know,
Behind the smoke,
What they're in for.
I'd bet you'd be all over this,
Eager to soak it and let the drip
Flow.
Meager alumnus always hits
Bone.
I got what you need to turn
On.
I guess we'll never know.
Oh, isn't it tough?
To know you must move
Repeatedly forward,
But your hearts all black
Stone,
And your highs leave you
Lowered?
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