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People are so fickle,
They fall in love at different angles
So really I could lose you just as quickly as I've gotten you
And thats the kind of thought that makes me nervous
And worried if you really think I'm worth it
When the rush wears off and you're left with this busted person
I worry you might see me more like a blanket
Who's there for comfort and for cover
From the glare of former lovers
All the passion that kissed you,
And bit you,
Until you were devoured
And I'd like to get better because thinking like this is torture