The only connection we shared
Your hands to my hips, my tongue through your lips
I’m losing my grip, I must be trippin
I don’t see you for who you were or who you could be
I see you for who you are and who you are to me
And all the things that could be
You and I we should be
True I might be broken, not an invitation so don’t try to fix me
Sit here with my smoke and, my mind runs in circles
How it likes to trick me
All the things that could be
You and I we should be
I’m between my thoughts and feelings
I can’t choose I’ve got my reasons
I’m losing my grip, I must be trippin
You don’t see me for who I was or who I could be
You see me for who I am
And all the things that could be
True I might be broken, not an invitation so don’t try to fix me
Sit here with my smoke and, my mind runs in circles
How it likes to trick me
All the things that could be
You and I we should be
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