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All I ever wanted to be was a woolly muffler on your naked neck
Double-wrap me when it’s cold
But you pulled a little tight just now
And I’m afraid I feel a choke hold coming on
All I ever thought we might come to was second dates
And flirting eyebrows
Or maybe even psychic friends
And we could share a secret language
And almost definitely make more of it
Than it was
But everyone around us would know
Everyone watching would know
This is not a walk with walking wounded
Here’s the ball, here’s the pole, now where’s the tether
Where’s the tether?
Hands can grow together
If you’re not careful or grateful or whatever
And I never much cared much too much to begin with
I will not take your possibilities under my care
I will not see you on the bus
You want me to hold your hand
It’s a courtship I can’t stand
And here I thought you were crying because you were happy
But no no no
Friends will turn against you
People disappoint you every time
So if you’ve got greatness in you would you do us all a favor
And keep it to yourself?
Keep it
Keep it to yourself
A labored expat fantasy:
Quit your job and move away with me
Oh what bliss it would be
To pretend we never met
I’m elated now
I’m elated now
I’m elated now
I’m elated now
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