I've never been picky; Tho I ought to.
I've Never had a type, `Til I lost you .
Then I found you, but didn't want you.
Found your nightmares, now I haunt you.
Can't seem to quite put my finger on it
but you make it HARD for me to be honest
Stold my heart, && now you flawn it
Put a ring on it but now you pawnd it.
now all I have is this date
That reminds me of you
Now all I have are words
That define me and you.
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