€œYou are weak, I am strong, and I€™ve done nothing but lead you on,€ she said.
Drove around all night, stoplights were interminable,
But I get along all right as long I don€™t have to interact
With anyone else on a meaningful level, I€™ll be fine
Because I don€™t want to marry my convictions, (not right now)
When wicked thoughts come inter alia
You wind up in Centralia; morally.
Looking for a decent cup of coffee
And trying to meet halfway.
It seems like I€™m stealing your words
But really, I€™m just giving them back to you.
Once again, it€™s all about me.
And pride is not a factor, no.
Once again, it€™s all about me.
€œYou are weak, I am strong, and I€™ve done nothing but lead you on and on,€ she said.
Feeling well into my cups already
Just until my hands are steady
The spins are setting in
I swear I€™ll never never feel like myself again.
I€™d like to go back ten years
And show you a picture of yourself now
But I€™m afraid that it might kill you then
You used to be such a loyal friend
Once again, it€™s all about me.
And pride is not a factor, no.
Once again, it€™s all about me.
Third person in the inner-monologue, again
It€™s all about me, yeah.
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