If I had a document of every moment and everything you said
How would that story have read
I might be dying but you sure do look like death
You’re an inpatient patient without much use for me
Bottle it bottle it up
Even though you’re right just bottle it up
Wish I was a criminal baker and I could bake you a pie
The kind of pie that would steal your insides
Wish I was a roll of the dice
So that everything was a surprise
Wish I was more direct so that my love wasn’t implied
Bottle it bottle it up
I came here to let go but since we’re here
why don’t we give it a go like we’ve done before

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