If you know me at all, you know I’m at home, and at ease with my pain, and these exciting giddy moments, well, they’re hell to explain, and I know that any second the situation might up and change.
Are you telling me that love songs are only good after love’s estranged?
In the morning you might leave for good without a goodbye and when heartache rears her ugly head, well I’ll look her in the eye and I’ll kiss her on the mouth. You know I’ll hold my head up high.
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