Both anxious messes who should honestly take depressants
I made this bed we both lay in with blank expressions
Used to love these instrumentals then I found you, my musical embodiment
Who had the brains, humor and the beauty at the heart of it
I’ve made countless mistakes, I’m abundant with vices
And I don’t say what I should like my tongues in a vice grip
But I wouldn’t rather share these gorgeous broken pieces with anyone else
Honestly, I’ve always loved you, just need to work harder on lovin myself
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