I’ve tried to slither away through any crack in the surfaceBut he turns the light on and finds meI’ve tried to manipulate the lighting on the exit signBut he faces me so he doesn’t have to squint at the neonI’ve tried cursing and fussing and crying lots of tearsBut he just kisses the streaks off my faceAnd as much as I try not to love himHe keeps right on loving me anyway…
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