D# Gm
picture a place that’s far from danger
D# Gm
a nicer place to cash your chips
G#
i’m not the one holding you hostage
D# A# D#
squeezed in between my lips
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D# Gm
we’re not supposed to be lovers
D# Gm
or friends like they’d have us believe
G#
we’re not supposed to know each other
D# A# D#
accept my apology
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D# Gm
i was a babe stuck in a tree branch
D# Gm
banging on my rusty cradle bars
G#
until i stole your middle finger
D# A# D#
now who’s the one in charge?
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D# Gm
we’re not supposed to be lovers
D# Gm
or friends like they’d have us believe
G#
we’re not supposed to know each other
D# A# D#
accept my apology
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D# A#
vein underground
D# A# G#
fist face down
Gm A#
bruise as they heal my pain
D# Gm
food on the flight
D# A# G#
breakfast bite
Gm A#
dropped from the orange juice crane
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D# Gm
picture a person you’d forgotten
D# Gm
kissing your brother or your friend
G#
picture a wounded entertainer
D# A# D#
cutting his hair again
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