It's cold as a tomb
And its dark in your room
When i sneak to your bed
To pour salt in your wounds.
So call it quits
Or get a grip
Say you wanted a solution,
You just wanted to be missed.
Call me a safe bet,
I'm betting I'm not.
Glad that you can forgive, Only hoping as time goes,
You can forget.
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot, Brand New
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