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5th Degree Burn
I’m tasting fumes Every word I try to say, burning me up inside I forgot all my chances at the girl-next-door’s house And I waited to call you as the medication wore down Is my heart beating through the phone? So loud, I can’t hear myself think Think for a second, say your piece, I hope it’s metaphorically sound With the just the right amount of hopeless romantic Is my heart beating through the phone? We’re half way through this monologue but I haven’t heard an apology yet You must have started where I left off I must have heard things wrong Oh, and your pitiness has really worn off at this point I’m far from hanging up but my words have just as much passion as I want them to Is my heart beating through the phone? You haven’t said a word in a while Yet I’m far from hanging up Still hanging on, I’m far from hanging up I forgot all my chances at the girl-next-door’s house And I waited to call you as the medication wore down Is my heart beating through the phone? I think it could tell you what I mean without me saying it
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