The Cuticle on my fingernail has been getting bored
just like you and me leaning on my basment door
I don't know if i still need to be with you anymore
To bring me down is to lift me up
As I think i crave ever more
Please Hold me
Stop doing this
i think that your a bore
hold me now so we can dream
touch on ideals of never failing
Romance
Pressure eludes
Substance preludes
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