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She doesn't want him cause he cares too much
But now he's gone and she's alone again
Maybe if she tried a little harder to find
The gem within his heart that was there this whole time

It's all salted sweet peas
We'll think back to drinking milk on our Mondays

On a Monday

All mine towers crumble down the flowers gasping under rubble
Shrieking in the hall of lull, thy genius saves a thirst for trouble