Librarians
Wait & See
All those sticky situations seem to stick to meSeek out my skin, but I won't let them inThings won't be so solemn if they're tailor made for usCut from my cloth, then I can't rip them offWait and see, have some patience with me pleaseI'm sorry if you grow a little tiredI miss the foods I've tasted once and loved but now they're all gone somehowYou can't steal my memories, apparently you never have your ownNo, not mine. I own, own, own, own, own, own.
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