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[dariaa]

Oh well, you've got me under your spell
and I don't think that I'm kidding around.
I don't think I can forget you now.
I once sat up on my roof and examined the planning of my town.

I saw the structured grid and pavement cutting through grass
and I remembered the cold of winter running up the legs of my
pants.
I picked the nicest lawn and imagined the two of us
rolling around down along the ground.
I saw myself touch your face and I noticed jets begin to race
above our heads.
But I pinched my arm and remembered how much you hate me.
I remembered the fact that I can't see what you need

and I'm too stupid to be aware of the beauty that you give this
place
and how shitty this town would seem without you in it.

When you aren't around I let the shades fall down to shut out
all the sun's light and make myself feel all right.
What am I doing with my life?
Oh well, you've got me under your spell
and I don't think that I'm kidding around.
I don't think I can forget you now.
Remember that the only things we need sometimes
are chilly nights and warmer thighs, 'cause there's nothing like
being held, sometimes.