Sitcom Arch Nemesis - Roses Hung To Dry

One chance encounter
A subtle, tiny nod
Things like this, they tell me
I can’t be like a god
So when you say you need me
Never tell a lie
When you say grieve me
Never tell a lie
Warm chance encounter
The things that make me spit
Tell me that you need me
But I don’t give a shit
Won’t embrace the future
To have or have not
But when I’m looking at you
My smile begins to rot
You say you really need me
You say you love me so
But every time I leave you
I’m happy just to go
You say you really want me
You say you really care
But when I’m looking at you
I’m pulling out my hair
I don’t mean to frighten
It’s just the way I think
A tense casual encounter
That makes me want to drink
I don’t think I hate you
It’s just that it’s too soon
I think that we should pardon
Whoever’s in the room

Written by:
Braden Dose

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