Even in the smallest of spaces, I know my times not wasted, cause I'm with you and I know you can't love me, cause your heart's been jaded by someone who wasnt me
This is punishing
I'll take your company
Even if you dont want me sometimes
Even if you don't realise, I still dream of you at night
Even if I know this is right
Even in the wildest of daydreams it's always you I find myself craving, cause it's always you
And I know that you're not looking for any type of love thing
But when will you stop running?
Do you want to punish me?
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