I was speaking in semesters and I didn’t want to go:
“There’s nothing for me back home.”
Now I’m dying to crawl from where the river flows:
“Just get me out of here.”
Remember the first time and the last time we kissed?
“You like it when I bite your lip.”
Just wondering what would make you have such a change:
“I think we’d be better off as friends.”
The greatest cop-out with the most unholy phrase.
And to think, 3 weeks before,
I had you talking in circles
And I was speaking in semesters.
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