4 am blues
And I swear water tastes funny when I think of all the times it rained,
and you stayed inside to bide yourself some time to think of reasons to get rid of me.
Funny how it's over and I'm still here stuck on the same street.
And now that I really take the time to part the waters
and examine the creaters lurking underneath,
I can see that you were waiting for me to drown.
I refuse to scream for help.
So use up all my oxygen; blue looks good on me anyways.
And I swear I feel like plastic when I stare into your eyes.
The weight off all you've done to cover up who you've become
hides beautifully behind your thick lashed eyes.
You're such a doll.
So go ahead and feed me another lie, another line.
I like it when you're fake with me... what's a little make believe ?
And I swear it is so seductive when you call me baby becuase you've forgotten my name.
It's kind of sexy... being anyone.
Who were you thinking of this time? Did I play her well?
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