All my friends are telling me I’m better off alone
My folks have stopped calling up in case she takes the phone
And the psychic I’ve been seeing keeps spelling out our doom
Says two heads with one track minds don’t fit a single room
But she’s a queen
My sugar-coated pill, she’s saccharine
She understands what acts of freedom mean
My libertine
Libertine
She provides an illusion that I’m getting close to home
While distancing myself from all the good friends I have known
But if they were escape routes this could be the way back
Maybe I should take her lead and rearrange the sack
To be a queen
A sugar-coated pill, yeah saccharine
To understand what acts of freedom mean
My libertine
Libertine

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