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Well there's wrongs to rewrite and sorrows to drown
and I know that it's weird , but I drink her scent down
and I long to be held in her highest regards
with not so much a kiss, more a meeting of lips in the dark
And well she's got this boy who is cut to the quick
but he had his chances he didn't make stick
and he's cold, and he callous, and clearly a prick
well I know I'm guilty but this girl's got me sick in the head
And while it's so ill advised I don't see why I should quit
when we listen to Deus, and This Is The Kit
and the touch of her skins' what my days are about
and I'd make her mine if she ever put out
this fear in my head that continues to roll
that i'm so fucking scared 'cause I'm not in control
Still I long to be held in her highest regards with not so much a kiss
more a meeting of lips in the dark