i said i liked your shoes
you said, "thanks, can i follow you?"
so it's up the stairs and out of view
no prying eyes
i poured some wine
i asked your name, you asked the time
i want a lover i don't have to love
i want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
where's the kid with the chemicals?
i've got a hunger and i can't seem to get full
i need some meaning i can memorize
the kind i have always seems to slip my mind
love's an excuse to get hurt
and to hurt.
(bright eyes)
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