I Think We're Being Followed

Again just as i feared

It makes me shed a tear

When even the cute won't dwell

Cause its 70 and sunny in hell

Never been so full of nothing

Still in me she's trusting

I need an exodus

Past her pupil's event horizon

Initial instincts im despising

Dont' confuse it with regret

My lesson hasn't been learned yet

I say I'm there for her

Now it truly is winter

My pride has turned to dust

Welcome to the Throgs Neck

I thought i'd escaped from that

All the miles are no match

Her thoughts in my head scratch

I thought they were pulled to me

I'm stuck in her singularity

Damn this poison they call lust

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