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like a helpless captive, a distraught midwifelike a libran husband and a capricorn wifei turn to wine and whiskey and these cryptic songsmaybe i'm passive aggressive or maybe i'm wrongbut don't go yet, old lipstick, old cassettesclutter the carpet where my futile head rests and i'd explain it, but i've long-since dismissedthe thought of vitality, you'll get nothing out of mebut don't go yetand like a sore subject, objective pursuitlike a fearful me or an asinine youand we avoid eye contact as i'm just dragged alongmaybe i should just grow up or maybe i'm wrongas soon as my eyes avert, more skin of alabasteryou don't warn me before, you just devastate me afterand like a dangling noose or like an endless seawe both know how to love and i think you owe more to me Aus Songtexte Mania