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Mark Lecuona May 2017
Caring too much is bad for your health
I can feel it eating my guitar strings alive
I only wish I’d 've of played them sooner

I chose anger instead of rehab
Raw nerves over anesthesia
I’ve never felt more like an adult
But something is blocking the drain
Like a body trying to sober up

I can’t blame it on something
I can’t say everybody makes mistakes
That’s not something I believe in
I don’t compare myself anymore
Except to the light coming through my window

Caring too much is bad for your life
I can feel it eating my expectations alive
I only wish I’d 've killed them myself

Walk on the stage and rip ‘em to shreds
Who cares how much they make
We never get that satisfaction do we?
To see a bully lose is the dream
But how many dreams come true?

You asked me if I liked your shorts
I said yes
Then you said you won’t take them off
So why did you ask?
You said I like to see men squirm

I almost blamed myself on you
Then I remembered I asked you to fix me
It’s not so easy being irreparable
But I don’t even have a tattoo to regret
I didn’t have the guts to love you like that

Caring too much is bad for your heart
I can feel it eating this poem alive
I only wish I'd 've written it before you left

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