HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO ON LIVING
WHEN YOU'RE THE FIRST AND LAST THING
I THINK OF EVERY DAY

AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BREATHE
WHEN ALL I WANT TO INHALE IS YOUR SCENT

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YOUR LIPS ARE ALL I DREAM ABOUT

ADN I THINK I'M WASTING AWAY
FOR WHAT IS FOOD
WHEN ALL I WANT TO EAT IS YOU

SEE, I CAN'T EVEN SPELL RIGHT
AND MAYBE THAT'S JUST MY CONCUSSION

BUT YOU'RE PUSHING OUT
EVERYTHING ELSE IN MY BRAIN

YOU'RE ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT
AND I'M SLOWLY LOSING MY WILL TO

LIVE

me.gs