My heart is rotting
My lungs don’t quite work the same
I feel like I’m dying
but I’m glad you came
You changed me for the best,
taught me to undress
I’m a complete fucking mess
but I wouldn’t change it for the world
Between your eyes
and your cries
and all that you mean to me
my mind is on fire
filled with the desire
to beg you to sit, to stay
please baby, just don’t go away
but if I love you as much
as I say I do
I’d rather you be happy
I’m used to being blue.
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