sweeping up broken glass after every fight
with the sound of a train
that i could've been on
reminding me that the last one's gone.
with you,
it's always midnight
are you blind?
can't you see me standing here
waiting in line?
for you.
are you mine?
not just when you wanna be
all of the time?
are you?
are you blind?
don't you see me standing here
won't you tell me what it is
i'm waiting to find...?
you're right,
i must be crazy.
you're out getting high
i'm here pretending i'm in love.
the sound of your heart,
my head on your chest,
dropped your hands to your sides
and gave up.
i'd rather be crazy than right
tonight...
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