All that was left to give,
face down on the mahogany floor
You punch like a little kid,
holes in the knees of your jeans saying sorry out of obligation.
I'll be the only thing,
keeping it light with a joke to make you cry.
I always knew you would break down, just like an engine.
You knew all along that I was just pretending.
Hard like a champion,
the fast short breaths to keep those muscles moving.
Fold like a concertina
under the weight of the expectation.
On the other hand I suppose it's hilarious,
that you nearly killed yourself trying to keep it alive
I always knew you would break down, just like an engine.
You knew all along that I was just pretending
I always knew you would break down, just like an engine.
You knew all along that I was just pretending

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