Call me old fashioned but I don't like fights
I like to make the conversation in my own sweet time
I'm not the one to run around trying to make things right
But I can see the situation and it's black and white.
But I'm fine, just tell me that you're mine.
It's seventeen minutes since the moment passed
And I've been breaking my own back just tryna make it last
'cos you're a so called psychedelic and you're a lit fuse
Also I want to hear your jokes and then dress like you
tell me that you want me
tell me that you're fine
and liar, you're always getting higher.
Tell me that you're mine
You're always all that's on my mind
and caught up by the warning signs
you're wasted almost on the time
Just tell me that you're mine
So call me early morning like I asked you to
With all that whiskey in your blood and fainted gratitude
and you start shouting down the phone with all your drunken friends
You know i'd really hate to meet them if I see you again
And a cigarette's grip has got it's hold on you
so you can light another up just like it told you to
I only wish I was the nicotine between your lips
so you could swap me for another messed up teenage kick

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