And when the dust settles over us
You’re always the one warming the flue
And he’s always the one wiping my nose
And the other breathes my sky castles into existence
And I want them more
Almost as much as I need you
Yet when the tide recedes behind us
You’re always the one carrying the sandbags
And he’s always the one putting a band aid on my heart
And he’s always the one putting a band aid on my heart
And the other sprinkles powdered sugar on my dreams
And I have to have them, just to survive
Almost as much as I belong to you
Please don’t want me
And I have to have them, just to survive
Almost as much as I belong to you
Please don’t want me
All to yourself
anymore.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 
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