Ill be shutting down soon
Didnt mean to be so let down
I dont know why he left the room
Couldnt keep his attention
Ill be switching off soon
Its never going to happen
Feel like Ive been put in my place
A secret admirer for life
The drink in my hand aint no prop
Its whats left of my collapsing night
Who do I lean my ladder against
To get over my embarrassment
I want him without regret
I want it written in cement
Such a sucker for attention
To wipe the dust off my still life
The drink in my hand aint no prop
Its whats left of my collapsing night
Im not moving
I cant calm down
I wont say anything
I wont remember any names
Im not moving
I cant calm down
I wont remember anything

Im just going back to bed
Prosecute myself all night
Im my own biggest threat
Said nothing wrong but I cant get it right

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