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The 1st time I used a profane word 
My tongue welcomed the new vocabulary with open arms 
Most days, I find it hard to cook without the extra seasoning 
The truth is, I find it hard to believe that there's a way for me to welcome you into my heart without giving you a tour of our spice rack
So, tell me, why is it so easy for me to tell you I love you
My mind spends days convincing me that these two are neighbors 
And that you'll leave me
Too 
Sometimes, I find myself wondering how you'll break up with me 
In my eyes, we're two sheets from the same paper 
But I worry that you'll find someone who's from the same side as you 
The truth is, my brain doesn't want to believe that you're real
 I want to be happy 
But happy is a decision that I'm not qualified to make 
No, my happy is one not meant for me 
Still I wonder if it's me that's the problem 
How is that someone can be there 
For 
Me
My body is a business and I'm the owner
But I've been trying my best to buy a new building 
Yet, you've been convincing me to stay in this decaying dump
My business is one not meant for the public 
No, my business has been shutdown for years now
So, tell me why I should continue advertising for new customers 
Explain to me all of the reasons why I deserve to welcome new guests into my foreclosed business 
There isn't a logical reason to trust you 
The truth is, most days I feel like a cashier in this building 
So when you ask me what the secret ingredient is 
I want to tell you that it's something that hasn't been entrusted in me
Yet 
I understand that you call this love 
But my love is one without a postage 
No my love is one that hides from all 
So when you ask me if I love you 
I want to tell you that I do 
Sometimes, I find myself hoping you'd stay in my life 
I know that it doesn't make any sense to clear out my inventory and expect you to be a customer in my shop 
I know that there isn't any logic in expecting you to be there for me 
While I become a stranded traveler
I'm not an artist 
If I could, I'd paint all of the reasons why you deserve to invest in my rival company 
If I could, I'd illustrate all of the ways you are better than me 
I know that it's backwards for me to want us to be together and not want you to be there for me 
I know that's illogical for me to love you and expect you to hate me back 
All I ask is that you remind me to be a good guest in your home 
You have to tell me all of the rules so that everything works out in the end 
For us
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