My mind is a clock
Ticking at each thought of you
But first lets go back in time

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You're my best friend
The one I depend on
We stay up on the phone for hours
Your presence is comfort

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I ask you to the dance; as friends
You ask to be more
The world cheers for us
We smile shyly

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I show you all of me
You show me all of you
The awkwardness was comfort
We hold hands as we kiss

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Things feel different
A year of routine
A year of repeated stories
Do I love you?

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You bitch, you fucking ass
No amount of liquor will let me heal
I hope she's worth it
Is it because she's pretty

TOCK

Why the fuck am I alone
Why do you only spit poison in my direction
I'm sorry I loved you
I'm sorry I'm not enough

TICK