Don’t tell me you miss me, I don’t wanna hear it baby
Cause I was at our funereal and I know its not reciprocal
Its too late to repair this girl, its gone I don’t want it back girl
I hope he keeps you warm; seven islands in from the gods of the storm
Don’t say your sorry, don’t say your so very sorry
I don’t believe a word you say, I forget more of you each and every single day
Its getting easier to not have communications with you
All the beautiful things just hide away, to reveal eleven completely different shades of gray
Another victim of the universe
Mysterious atoms meticulously dispersed
Nothing has got to give
You’re born and then you live
Im not goin crazy, no im not goin crazy
It just takes some infiltration to protrude in to my maze of controlled confusion and aspiration
It might be selfish maybe, I might be selfish maybe
Its anything you want it to be, we’re equal to the birds frogs dogs and monsters of the sea
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