Something senile, stale, infected. Just can't shake it off,
wonder if this was self inflicted, or if we were meant to fall.
Every single time you try and make me change myself,
I can't help to think that maybe change might be a nice hell,
the kind of comfort that you get from dying, i dwell-
way too much on what you say and not enough on my health.
I turn you on, but only when there's something wrong,
it won't be long until you get all that you want,
I turned you on, was something in the way i sung,
but now you're gone and I know that you'll be strong.
So it seems I'm so addicted to how you're wanting me to be,
I'm so conflicted.
Sometimes I don't know how I'm supposed to fix it.
Sometimes you make me feel so restricted, I don't dig it.
I turn you on, but only when there's something wrong,
it won't be long until you get all that you want,
I turned you on, was something in the way i sung,
but now you're gone and I know that you'll be strong.
Oh, we could be somewhere beyond the trees,
so easily, so difficult for me.
Oh, we could be somewhere beyond the beach,
so easily, so difficult, difficult for me
I turn you on, but only when there's something wrong,
it won't be long until you get all that you want,
I turned you on, was something in the way i sung,
but now you're gone and I know that you'll be strong.

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