Your hair’s been growing long
It spreads your smell in my room
I mostly sleep alone
I’m growing up real fine
I harvest what you leave behind
You only do what you decide
And while you let her in on your secrets
A glowing screen subtracts her attention
Oh, dear, I never really know what you see in me
Oh, dear, my consciousness’ the key to my disbelieve
Through humid summer nights
We sit in parks we’re sipping wine
You fell asleep from time to time
It took me by surprise
Like always I’m just way behind
I dig my grave while you just shine
And shit my self on club nights
I’ve gained some weight
I’m not sure you’ve noticed
Your piercing beauty sure makes me homesick
Oh, dear, I never really know what you se in me
Oh, dear, my consciousness’ the key to my disbelieve
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