If it’s a matter of preference I prefer your apartment
And the shadows cast on the white walls.
There’s just a lack of commitment and misunderstanding
And the notion that I will never be enough.
And it gets weird sometimes when I say I love you.
Come on don’t leave me hanging on
Don’t leave me.
But it gets weird sometimes when I say I love you
And it gets weird sometimes when I say I love you.
It’s the size of an ocean
It’s fucking terrifying
To be so exposed it feels like I’m drowning.

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