oh, my hands are red
i'm not kidding
you're not making sense
i said you must be joking
i'm trying hard to forget
all the things i know
stuck in my head
no, i don't like this
and i don't like them
i sleep by myself in a crowded bed
i can hate you if i want to
god, i really want to
but i can't
that sure hurt like hell
but it didn't kill me
did you feel what i felt?
i'm a rusted dime in an empty well
i'm so sick of the city
and i'm sick of myself
we bought a bloodhound
watched the ice fall down
stole a getaway car
and i remember the roses and how they made me bleed
i'm trying hard to forget
and i'm trying hard not to regret it
i can hate you if i want to
god, i really want to
but i can't
gravity
it will change you

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