I miss you
Didn’t want to
Keep this going
Don’t want to
But I have to
Go another day not knowing
I’m not the type
To be a wife
But with you, I can see something growing
White picket fence
And all that mess
You stir up while you’re mowing
The little things
Your exes say
That made them like you less
Let those bitches know
Those things they let go
Is what I love best
Yeah, maybe there is one
And some for fun
But with me you know it flows
Let’s be the type
To create all the hype
Enjoy things while they are slow
Let’s be a stream
Of endless creativity
Yeah, you know that’s rare
When eyes aren’t blind
It’s not hard to find
Yourself within my glare
Fuck what the voices say
Let’s act cliché!
I can’t help from knowing
Didn’t want to
But now I have to
Keep these feels from showing
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