So I was indeed worried. Hardly spoke, hardly looked, hardly anything. I hardly could mention her name. It hurts. It kinda hurts. So I’mma put that aside. Maybe fill the times I wished you were here with something else.
Maybe buy a house and start a fire.
Maybe buy a gun and start a war.
Only when you give me a reason to start a war.
Well, blame it on a rush of blood to the head.
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