Lately I've been measuring mistakes that I've been making
It's classical over-reach in stretch way beyond my station
Wherever I've been drinking lends a small amount of solace
That's emblessly proporcional to how badly I want it
Every single word from you is uncomfortably appealing
And reservations telling me to forget what I'm hearing
Part of me is screaming, you should just come out and ask her
As if there were a chance in hell that got me what I'm after
For my imagination is a moving cloud all working over time
This kind of aggrevation just seems perfectly designed to keep me up at night
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