Butterscotch Stanley - I Owe It All to My Cowardice

Itʼs cold in here
And I know youʼre here and you could tell me
Anything at all
Come a little closer
Stay a little longer
I know that you can make it work
Because youʼre a little smarter
Just a little stronger
Just a little quicker than me
Howʼs it going to end, Truman?
Sick and tired of radical changes
Whyʼs the world such a small space?
I need a game-plan for my headaches
I owe it all to my cowardice
I owe it all to how Iʼm so stiff
I owe it all to my analyst
I owe it all to the advent of difference

Written by:
Jeremy Forman

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