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| Current music: | Dashboard Confessional |
Another one... Brittnie, you inspired me. Thank you. And I hope I spelled your name right.
>Guilty Pleasure<
Don't touch me.
You know what you're making.
I can't sit still,
My hands are shaking.
The sun lights your face,
But heats me instead.
I think of you're eyes,
My mind has been read.
Why do you do this?
You know I’m in deep.
This game is guilty pleasure,
A promise I can’t keep.
I know you see me staring,
Why don't you turn away?
I know you see me waiting,
For tomorrow's yesterday.
You make me feel sick,
But you keep me so well.
Right in your arms,
My Heaven and Hell.
Why do you do this?
You know I’m in deep.
This game is guilty pleasure,
A promise I can’t keep.
Is it horrible to think of her alone?
Is it worth it to call you on the phone?
I sit alone and want your touch,
I can’t help I want her gone so much.
So I can be the one you wake up next to,
So I can be the one to change your mind,
So I keep this pain from consuming,
What’s left of the freedom in my mind.
Why do you do this?
You know I’m in deep.
This game is guilty pleasure,
A promise I can’t keep.
You sound like you don’t know it.
What am I to do?
You hold her but you look at me,
I think you want me too.
Why do you do this?
You know I’m in deep.
This game is guilty pleasure,
A promise I can’t keep.
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