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Where does this life take me when my hearts hours up north,
and apparently she "thinks of me" as a defendant in court,
she'll never really understand to me how much she is worth,
she sticks to her ex like the Intrepid to New Yorks port,

sure sometimes she leaves to have fools like me clean her,
if this ever reached her eyes she'd immaturely she me meaner,
not like what i mean to her has any effect to a dreamer,
she is just a fine boat and i the foolish cleaner,

not sure how many more holidays i can go being alone,
i'm losing who i am and falling outta my zone,
now wait for a dog when it used to be for my phone,
now you have less to do with me when you never used to leave me alone,

now i'm a grown man and i can realize my mistakes,
sure you shook my mind up but i hardly call you an earthquake,
understand you are like a threesome, only something to once partake,
cause you are for your own self teasing me when i'm more for fate.