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i want big, doe eyes      that you can't take seriously even when i'm yelling at you           face red, voice scratchy at 3am                       to leave. i want soft, wispy hair        that you'd twirl round and round telling me you love me, i'm your baby &                      eyes red, voice low at 3am                            i'd tell you the same. i want a nose only fit for pleasance         that'd allow me to enjoy the roses you brought to apologize for coming home late                                hair up, voice hushed at 3am                             and not the alcohol on your breath. i want featherweight skin         so when you pull me by your side there is only a thin layer of cells between our hearts                             noses turned, voices unheard at 3am                                i hug you closer. i want a burning ambition to make things work         that would keep this alive whatever this may be                     skin tight, voices livid at 3am                     waking up the neighbors. i want to be 80 pounds again          so you would carry me back when i fall asleep in the car, hand clasped with yours                              mind on hold, your sweet lullaby at 3am                                 sending me back to sleep. oh,          i'm not trying to be perfect i just want you to stick around a little longer                       deep down i know i can change                       but the problem is you
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
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i want big, doe eyes      that you can't take seriously even when i'm yelling at you           face red, voice scratchy at 3am                       to leave. i want soft, wispy hair        that you'd twirl round and round telling me you love me, i'm your baby &                      eyes red, voice low at 3am                            i'd tell you the same. i want a nose only fit for pleasance         that'd allow me to enjoy the roses you brought to apologize for coming home late                                hair up, voice hushed at 3am                             and not the alcohol on your breath. i want featherweight skin         so when you pull me by your side there is only a thin layer of cells between our hearts                             noses turned, voices unheard at 3am                                i hug you closer. i want a burning ambition to make things work         that would keep this alive whatever this may be                     skin tight, voices livid at 3am                     waking up the neighbors. i want to be 80 pounds again          so you would carry me back when i fall asleep in the car, hand clasped with yours                              mind on hold, your sweet lullaby at 3am                                 sending me back to sleep. oh,          i'm not trying to be perfect i just want you to stick around a little longer                       deep down i know i can change                       but the problem is you
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
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