I asked, but you answered better questions,
I felt, you reminded me of what i should feel,
I wept, you said so what
I wound, you showed me where
I came to you, but you were always here
you make me crazy, you said that's what i am anyway
im a moth in a hurricane, i cant get out of you
a fucking gentle hurricane,
always looking down on me.
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