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Anodyne

I have gotten so close to your skin,
I was hoping to make this loss a win.
I can't get loose from all your little quirks.
I just wanted to use the things that work.
You seem to be stuck on my brain,
I feel so crazy but I could be sane.
It feels like these words were tattooed to my forehead.
But I made my bed now I have to lay down in it.
You were my emotional waste station,
where I would dump all of my messes,
Always hoping you would clean them up.

I will be your drug if you need it.
I will scare away all your fears.
I will be your obsession addiction that your chasing so hard.
I will be your love if you want it.
 
So I will give you permission to drag me along,
and if it makes you feel any better I will stop acting a fool,
but don't feel bad when I say you should too. 
I was patiently erasing all those bad memories,
where you disagreed with my points of view.
We did everything in an orderly time,
but everything ended up so late.
And though you ran from your home,
I still want everything to be just fine.
I just want you to be all mine.

I will be your drug if you still need it.
I will take the pain from you and place on myself.
I will be everything that you crave for you.
I will be your love if you want it.

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