Stop t-t-talking to him,
No worries darling it's down to science,
I st-st-stutter the words that I said,
At least I meant it, it's more then I'd say for him.
I'll be the story for sympathy,
From all your friends,
You play the part of the scar,
That I can't forget,
You have your alcohol,
And his attention,
I've got these songs, worn out lungs,
My attempt at tourniquets.
I'm t-t-trying to sleep,
You're holding his hands,
I'm holding grudges,
S-s-smile medusa,
You got your own song,
I am carved out of stone.

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