Welcome home,O poster girl for pretentiousness
I can't say you're what's wrong with the world
But you're definitely part of what's wrong with me
A demon for poetic license
And a friend to all I decided to leave behind
In the rain, by a shipyard,
My words came screaming back at me
From the top of an old hotel
Built out of family feuding
I can blame you for it all
The way my head is spinning
And the preposterous expectations
I have to live up to
You can accept responsibility for my downfall,
For my limbs falling asleep
While I'm wide awake
I can't stand pins and needles.
I can't stand it.
I can't stand how
Much of a turn on it is watching you put on my clothes.
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