I'm so sick of being afraid of losing something I don't even have yet.
I wish to feel smaller under your sheets.
I wish for the whole truth, every time you speak.
I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me
While I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep.
And I guess it doesn't matter what I say or what I seem,
You stuck what I felt for
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