Sitting up on my couch
While listening to The Killers
You fold my eyes and ears in half
And I'm not getting up
I'm not getting up
I was in that little sweater
Forced me into
This ugly winter daydream
Where I dreamt of everything
Where I dreamt of everything
I was in that
I was in that
So seasick
I fell into a lake
I missed so many things
They call me "The Virgin Murderer"
I cannot move
Swan swans float up in the falling ice
You only have three seconds left
To ask one genius
I don't remember
Rememberin' the last time
I saw the Leopards
Do I just have to like stop?
I miss you so much
I miss you
Eight fucking years
Eight fucking years
I miss you
I miss you
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