You smudge up my glasses that I always keep clean
You divy up my heart and leave nothing in between
The spaces of my ribs, oh your teeth are so pristine
Remind me of your kiss, I don't remember anything
I loved you in the slightest of ways
You always kept me going for days
I think I know what you're going to say
I think I know what you're going to say
You taste of molasses from the cookies we made
You always gave me the last bite but never the last say
The pressure in my chest, oh I know it's so cliche
I wasn't at my best, it doesn't matter anyway
I loved you in the slightest of ways
You always kept me going for days
I think I know what you're going to say
i think i know what you're going to say

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