Friday, March 26

had my doubts

you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf
I don't take you out that often, cause I know that I completed you
and that's why you are here, that's the reason you stay here
how awful that must feel

you said you'd be my dream, I could have you every night
and if by morning, I'd forgotten you, well, no big deal, that'd be alright
cause you're the reoccurring kind
you are the reoccurring kind
you never really leave my mind

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