old lover
i hope it kills you to know
that you never will know

never know of the body
that is a map
with veins like streets
and curves like mountains

it's all yours
yet the other guys don't seem to care
i guess we can't afford to

old lover
i hope it kills you to know
that you never will know

never know of the head
that spins around
like a bottle at a slumber party
everytime he's there
and you're not

still you've got me
but you don't kiss me like the other boys do
or at all

old lover
i hope it kills you to know
that you never will know

you say you can't
but you do it anyways
admit i drive you crazy

without sounding too cliché
i'd like to say
that his eyes told
a story of a night
a long time ago
and his smiled whispered
he wanted to rewrite

someone with straight A's
doesn't want someone
who fails math
someone with perfect skin
doesn't want someone
who breaks out everytime she's stressed out or eats too unhealthy
someone with a body like that
doesn't want someone
who works out once a week
someone that happy
doesn't want someone
who cries too loud and used to cut her skin
someone that stylish
doesn't want someone
who has been wearing the same boots for a year
someone so pure
doesn't want someone
who kissed 11 guys in a week
someone like you
donesn't want someone
like me

why can't you want me
like the other boys do
they stare at me
while i
crave you

the hickey has faded
when will you

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i hinanden
mens vi falder
ud af mængden
væk fra natklubber
hånd i hånd
gang på gang

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falsk kærlighed
sandt begær
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men forholder sig tavs
smil fra dine øjne
brænder
som salt i åbne sår
for jeg er en andens
men vi er stadig
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i hinanden