The lips I've been watching are yours
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You and your mom are talking about lord knows
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Dim lights in the kitchen, the TV's so low
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The lips I've been watching are moving slowly
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For the first time, I'm glad you're not including me
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I couldn't speak if you did, I'm staring at your lips
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The bugs at my back porch light, like confetti on my head
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This makes me shake, should have stayed at your place
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But I have to work, and you've got to study, this boy is not spent, forever unlucky
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Minutes away, but miles apart
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For the first time, I'm glad you're not including me
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I couldn't speak if you did, I'm staring at your lips
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I hope your mom isn't looking at me, and thinking "What the fuck's he staring at?"
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Of course, it's just these late night talks with you, late night drives alone
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And I find it amusing, frustrating and confusing
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I left the way that I did
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Defeated and dismissed
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I should have stayed with you
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Minutes away but miles apart
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Bug Parade
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| Polar Bear Club |
