Dead Dog - You Were My Baby, My Cinnamon Apple | Текст песни

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• Dead Dog
• You Were My Baby, My Cinnamon Apple

moving forward with momentum using my words as a weapon to fight you off
Three steps forward, five steps back, can't you see I don't want to pick up the slack
you killed fun for me now I just sit inside my room to write songs about you
and I cant focus on my wellness when you keep reminding me that I'm a mess
I'm trying my best

so I'll keep you in a photograph in which you should remain
cause I dont have the pocket change
for the tollways down memory lane
and I dont have it in me to care about you anymore but I still try

You say your piece I wont say mine
but you'll be 2 cents short and out of time
I tried to love you while I could
I must've misunderstood
And you dont love me but thats fine
I probably didn't have the time
I guess it's my fault I believed
you wanted anything to do with me

I hate that you're happy
I hate that you're sane
I hate that you'd prefer sun over rain
you're not like the summer you're not like the fall
these trees they change colors unlike you at all

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