Contemplation Disorder

Walking in, guilty part of one
Seated at the back, of the restaurant
I sober up, in the corner
I watch you drift away, farther away from me

Not much of a lover
Not much of a fighter
Contemplation disorder

Not much of a lover
Not much of a fighter
Contemplation disorder

Like you wanted, to start over again
Our connection, was the latest trend
But baby your facade, was just pretend
Hollow to describe your, cavity chest

Not much of a lover
Not much of a fighter
Contemplation disorder

Not much of a lover
Not much of a fighter
Contemplation disorder



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Writer(s): Ash Quinn
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