Baby I don't think of anyone else
Lately you're not acting like yourself
Hanging around at Nico's end to end
Hoping that I would get noticed
Is there enough to go around, I don't know why
I suspect that other people have more of your time
This is the hill I want to die on
Can you kinda kill me just this once
Watching you up there I disappear
Into the chromatic atmosphere
I'll give up the alcohol, the temperament, and the clothes
Can I give you discipline, well I don't know
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