Lying like a guest on the top of my head
I am glad that you did not bring up the rest
As for that you are enough to take over my mind
I didn't sign up for this, and if I did, go ahead and call me blind
Oh, believe me, that's so not kind of you
I loved my being, but you're all brand new
In my search for the pavement, you are an upcoming turnover
I was high on speed, exhilarated, but now I want it slower
Just turn your back on me and don't be back
You live everywhere rent free, it won't cut you some slack
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