you're asking me for dirty pictures,
i don't see the harm -
and i don't see all the feelings that you're
wearing down your arm.
it's a dirty game,
it's such a shame:
we could have been alright
if i hadn't stayed the night.
you're offering your jacket,
i'm pretending i'm not cold.
you are offering me pieces
when i do not want the whole.
it's a filthy curse -
this never works,
i don't know why we tried.
i don't want to make you cry,
but you think you love me,
and i know you don't.
and you think we'll make it,
and i know we won't.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry,
i'm so sorry.
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