It can't be my fault
That you speak to me the way you do
Now I'm split in two
I'm half me and half you
But I hate us both, don't you?
It's not your fault
It can't be your fault
That I let you crawl inside my head
Cos you know my places
And you know that face
But I hate this taste, don't you?
Spent last sunday morning at the farmers market picking up goodies for camping this weekend... yum!
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