I can't help but smell conspiracy I can't help but taste the acid in your voice Your shadow slowly comes dripping in And I'm the ghost in the jar, I have no choice but to shove a shoulder to the wall, but to tuck my heart under the glass, I can't help but smell conspiracy I can't help but be pricked by the needles of your past. And if I'm not heard by tomorrow And if I'm not felt after today I'll be melting under the heat of sorrow I'll be reaching out every which way.
Reason for writing:
As far as relationships go, I'm once bitten twice shy. I hate to be manipulated and I don't like to be compared to
previous girl-friends.
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