A POOR EXCUSE FOR LOVE
Parasocial relationships, am I right? Heh, heh...
In dire dire times
A tiny spark has shined through
But it was blind
To the sad reality
Where people like you and me couldn't
See each other face to face to
Fabled feelings slowly crept
Closer to the marionette, and its puppeteer
The cards were soon dealt
And our players started playing
The roles, our roads were getting, kinda cramped
A bit upsetting
That I don't know what to say, but
How could I love you?
How could I need to
Tell you
How to
Drive around a neighborhood of masked people in hoods
I'll be your food
Food for thought
What if I kissed on the cheek, I brought
You an itty bitty gift a drawing of us
As if we could hold hands in real
I tried hard to text you daily
But my eyes were getting heavy
What a heavy duty is it
That I don't know what to say, but
How could I leave you
How could I need to
Tell you
How to
Get over that guy who promised to hold close
You stay indoors
And I'll stay in touch
I'll ask you how you're doing
When I'm out of luck
And I wonder how cold are your nights
Over there?
Far from where my arms could ever
Love you, love you, I can't love you or
Touch you, touch you, get inside you
Now in retrospect
You have compartmentalized it all away
Yet I won't forget
How we both spent so much time
How we spent a nickle and dime
To emulate
Whatever we thought
Was love
A poor excuse for love
But we still don't understand
We still don't understand
No we don't understand
No we still don't understand
In dire dire times
A tiny spark has shined through
But it was blind
To the sad reality
Where people like you and me couldn't
See each other face to face to
Fabled feelings slowly crept
Closer to the marionette, and its puppeteer
The cards were soon dealt
And our players started playing
The roles, our roads were getting, kinda cramped
A bit upsetting
That I don't know what to say, but
How could I love you?
How could I need to
Tell you
How to
Drive around a neighborhood of masked people in hoods
I'll be your food
Food for thought
What if I kissed on the cheek, I brought
You an itty bitty gift a drawing of us
As if we could hold hands in real
I tried hard to text you daily
But my eyes were getting heavy
What a heavy duty is it
That I don't know what to say, but
How could I leave you
How could I need to
Tell you
How to
Get over that guy who promised to hold close
You stay indoors
And I'll stay in touch
I'll ask you how you're doing
When I'm out of luck
And I wonder how cold are your nights
Over there?
Far from where my arms could ever
Love you, love you, I can't love you or
Touch you, touch you, get inside you
Now in retrospect
You have compartmentalized it all away
Yet I won't forget
How we both spent so much time
How we spent a nickle and dime
To emulate
Whatever we thought
Was love
A poor excuse for love
But we still don't understand
We still don't understand
No we don't understand
No we still don't understand
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