I can hear what you're thinkin'.
I swear -
and it ain't what you're sayin.
...not because I don't care.
'We just waste time,
drivin' around the block.
Runnin' around the clock
to find the time.'
He'd say-
to talk with her.
'Such a solid voice is a curse' -
so it lingers in verses.
And I don't know if it's worse
if I can't remember, or recall.
With a heart so tender-
words tough when I chew.
Please, stop feeding the compliments untrue.
If I wanna refuse to be a liar, I'd have to say
I just can't stand
not hearin' from you.
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