Slowly I walk down your block
Wait till you see the reason that drives me is that my heart it fucking hates me
Conceal your ring finger when you’re out for dinner
Just hide it away
Not to talk about sex feels like such neglect
Just ramble and play
But my body it fucking hates me
Your body like mine is frozen in time
Let’s thaw out now
Floating on a river is how I feel with ya
Then you pull me under
Tired past the point where sleep rests me
Limbs won't respond are you able to undress me
Interest unlikely you look bored at the sight of me
Self-sabotage engaged in which I might be
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