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now, what exactly are you, blonde, blue-eyed boy?
with your kiss like nicotine and your touch like silk
your eyes like a glass pool
your lips oh-so-chapped and bitten
you're tragic and damaged
you're a habit, a routine
nothing you would expect from just a blonde, blue-eyed boy.

Thinking of you is so right
But,
Being near you seems so wrong.

Today's Sunday.

It is a good day.

With this warmth I can never stray

That would be the right thing to say.

'Ahh' I can see everyone's smiles so clay

On this sunny day of May.

Kids running back and forth in the bay

While teenage sat there and lay.


Oh, I can never let this go away.
I wish I could forever stay.

It's a bittersweet feeling to like you,
Because all I ever do is think of you.

I'm gonna give you another try
Three words to get it right
No excuses girl, you're my world