you asked to walk me home, but I had to carry you. and you pushed me in, now my feet can't touch the bottom of you. you couldn't have, you couldn't have stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody who loves you more. so I will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door. we hate "tears in heaven" but it's sad that his baby died. and we fought about john lennon until I cried. and then went to bed, upset. but now i'm dreaming and you're singing at my birthday and i've never seen you smiling so big. it's nautical themed and there's something I'm supposed to say but can't for the life of me remember what it is. and if I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon. you are sick, and you're married and you might be dying, but you're holding me like water in your hands. when you saw the dead little bird, you started crying. but you know the killer doesn't understand.
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