I can't get enough of spending time with you
If spending time was like spending money
I'd beg, borrow, and steal for you.
I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop
For you to see me as the possessive horror I am
For you to see I'm a fraud, a bore, a challenge.
When I try to give you warning
You laugh me off
But underneath whatever you see in me
Is nothing worthy of you.
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