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She started wearing his shirts
And now he smells like the perfume I gave her
Well, this is awkward
But we'll move on and we'll get along just fine
So let's be happy with just friends
Because friends keep this under wraps
But all those words were meant for her
Every line I wrote was sculpted for her eyes
What was flawed?
What can I change?
Now all I do is replay what I said
So did she guess or did I give it away?
I suppose it's too much to hope
That he would leave and carry on
Could I speed it up
And help him move along?
Or is there something wrong with that?
Well, he makes her happy
And I should be supportive.
Even though I could push him down the stairs
Holding your head up is hard
When there are too many thoughts inside
And now he smells like the perfume I gave her
Well, this is awkward
But we'll move on and we'll get along just fine
So let's be happy with just friends
Because friends keep this under wraps
But all those words were meant for her
Every line I wrote was sculpted for her eyes
What was flawed?
What can I change?
Now all I do is replay what I said
So did she guess or did I give it away?
I suppose it's too much to hope
That he would leave and carry on
Could I speed it up
And help him move along?
Or is there something wrong with that?
Well, he makes her happy
And I should be supportive.
Even though I could push him down the stairs
Holding your head up is hard
When there are too many thoughts inside