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I'M Sorry, But You'Re Far Too Attractive
Look The clouds move for you My raincloud heavy summer You don't even notice It is sly You are a coward This has to be a finale Tomorrow...maybe the day after Then we can call this off And I'll call you pedantic Pathetic Significant other, I lack my significance This world is revolving for you For me it stays stillborn-heavy and fixed like a pin I notice they look in a wanderlust flame Pretending a shoe or a coat steals their senses Or you, it could be you Each window should make a Kristallnacht for me Anything at all to let that guard slip That split on my hip is scarred We were semi-automatic and colliding clockwork I had you removed This has to be the edge I could push you off or you could jump tomorrow A year or two but not a day past seventy I'm sorry, but you're far too attractive My delicate ego is a flower, like a summer long it wilts Call me indifferent and I'll call you a dead-bed I'll call you perfection if it means you call it off And never leave me.
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