Yeah,
I used to be vexed of your affection picking petals from flowers
In retrospect there were probably better ways to be spending my hours
But i was in over my head, like water dispensed from the shower
Meddlesome put you on a high pedestal and you fell from the tower
You turned me to an art scholar and taught me where to draw the line
The heart of this fallen scribe turned from Valentines to Columbine
The softer parts of my brain remember your cotton touch from a forgotten time
But i no longer find love in those hallow, olive eyes
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