If you ask me where I'm from, I get all confused and irritated. I finally thought of a location that will let you create assumptions that I'm comfortable with...............
so what the fuck am I supposed to say
how the hell am I supposed to feel
you're toughing it out
proving your manhood
but you're dragging me down

so we just met
and we might have to part ways
but I might not forget your delicious ways
you bring me up
and prove to me my heart is not in vain

that clearer souls do run in pretty boys
a man that makes me cry happy tears
god bless america

so the priti complex starts to appear
the fear of being a spinster
who ran away from settling
and towards loneliness
too sudden to compose myself
too short to let go
always be prepared said the boy scout
but I'm not the fucking soldier

he's military
I'm not
I have to get out
I have to get out

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