The Trust Fund Kids - Ginny

Waking with clay-crusted hands, I found a mold that broke in three
Maybe I was casting someone in something that they never could be
And all my prose was becoming prone to hyperbole
Hell, it might've just all been a case of mistaken identity

Ginny
I want you
Don't need you
Can't have you

A pervasive perversion, an invasive inversion of you
Crowds the empty halls of the house that we built a-new
Filling in the gaps with what i knew
I'm sorry i was really fucking me when i was fucking you

Every frame of 35 millimeters overexposed
Rest in dusty tin cans, out-of-focus spools that have since been closed
What was false and what was the reel?
Because at the end of the day, you can't fuck an ideal

Ginny
I want you
Don't need you
Can't have you

And everyday, I'll come home from work
Nursing a hangover that never runs it course
And think about

Ginny
I want you
Don't need you
Can't have you

Written by:
Brian Connor, Kevin Connor

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