You heard you weren't enough
But I'm too old for this stuff
Don't take it the wrong way
When I do not ask you to stay
We took a risk with that sweet goodbye
Kiss my lips like puppet strings
Attached to my hips and they danced
The what if waltz with yours
But it's getting late and this will only complicate
You are still the one I'm over now
I've got battle scars and purple hearts to prove it now
All this wanting and touching
Doesn't change how I feel
Call me cruel or misleading
But I still know it's not real
Don't take it the wrong way
When I suggest that you should stay
Intoxicated by a hungry touch
Or the sweet scent of desire
Sure it's getting late but this doesn't have to complicate
I am still the one you're over now
You've got battle scars and purple hearts to prove it now
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