I know, I know your late night smell.
I love the way you kiss and tell
when the hipsters claim your style.
So I'll wait, I'll wait under your chestnut trees
trying to make that picture freeze.
That could take a while.
There's nothing I want more
than to die here on your floor.
At night, when structure goes away
I remember all the sounds you made
when you were down and cold.
But everytime I see you wake up
I know it won't be too late.
It never will be, that's your fate
and the only thing I know.
There's nothing I want more
than to die here on your floor.
You get closer everytime
but I will never call you mine.
There's nothing I want more
than to die here on your floor.
You get closer everytime
but I will never call you mine.
I would never call you mine.

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