Bouquets of Wishful Thinking. - yeah, nah

Please slow down, you're just losing the plot
You forget
My spineless nature
We're stitched together by assumptions and thoughts
At seams of bad excuses

You swore this time you'd walk out the door
You've given
Me 12 more chances
Your dad hates my guts, my mother can't stand you
We thought
We had the answers

You'll trace small circles around my back
As my fingers brush your spine
I'll bite my tongue, you'll hold your words back
As we both pretend we're fine

Written by:
Marc Koh

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