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From the sound of approaching footsteps
I got scared that it wasn't you

But I, being poor, have only my dreams.
I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
- Yeats

this is not what I do
it's a wrong kind of place
to be thinking of you
it's the wrong time for somebody new
it's a small crime and I've got no excuse
is that alright?

There is no expiration
for this admiration.
I know I'm always tired,
but I am not tired. Quiet!
Quiet, I will love you,
I will love you quietly

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin:
on the surface you hate,
but you know you need me.

Remember all the things you'd say
How your promises rang hollow
As you threw me to the ground

And if you're ever around
In the backstreets or the alleys of this town
Be sure to come around

Tenerifffffalllle bitches!

I'm the next act waiting in the wings
I'm an animal trapped in your hot car
I am all the days that you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You are all I need
I'm in the middle of your picture
Lying in the leaves

I am a moth who just wants to share your light
I'm just an insect trying to get out of the night

I only stick with you
because there are no others

I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
I don't wanna feel anything
But I do
And it all comes back to you