Tekster: Ruiner. Meat.

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In a minute now I'll be feeling like a cold front cut through the room
You kindly wave I awkwardly smile not sure what to say
But it?s inevitable you bat yours eyes I crumble I always crumble
How are you you will say I exchange politely
Not again, no
I can?t do it I won?t do it Alright I?m so pathetic
No matter how far I distance myself
one glance you can pull me back in
In an instant my knees weaken my hands sweat and I begin to break
I'll give in when you pop the question your place or mine
How I wish I had the confidence to tell you I can?t be what you need
I can?t always be the skin that you wear
When you are cold at night
When no one else is there to make you alive
I know we are both one and the same.
But when it?s over the satisfactions gone
We will both just be stains on the sheets