I know I can exist without the feeling of you in my chest
I ramble on, I know I'm fine, I guess your gone, you were never mine.
You kissed my cold mouth and said you hurt everyone that you met
And I lose it all, ok that's fine, but know these things have their design.
So if you go to escape me, you play with fire.
I'm all mixed up, my heart dumb blood.
To give is that enough?
Storm in a teacup.
Give the heart, the heart you said you wanted, and you want it back.
To hell, to hell, to hell with you we're going to do what I want to.
I'm all mixed up, my heart dumb blood.
To give is that enough?
Storm in a teacup.
~J. Stein~
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