You don't really like my haircut
You don't really like my tattoos
You tell me " I just look right through you"
and that you're worried what I'll do.
You tell me that you like things 'just so'
That all my messy habits have to go
Already scripted out my whole life
But only if it suits - You're thinking about it
Just wondering about it.
Just thinking
I'm thinking
Don't rush me
I'll drag my feet like theyre wrapped in leather
and concrete
and every other mistake
I'll drag my feet out
like Im kicking
and screaming
just tell me that Im dreaming
cause it's wrong
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