Something more concrete than words, something more ambiguous than flesh
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Without finding either, you and I add more scratches
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Around now, when our memories have begun to ring with boredom,
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We gauge the distance of our hearts with a mutual glare
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We're worthless lovers where, even though we don't intend to break up,
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We only ever grow anxious and mischievously knock each other around
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Stay near me... even closer...
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I can't utter that single phrase
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If only I could be so selfish I'd amaze you
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* Something more concrete than words, something more ambiguous than flesh
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Without finding either, you and I add more scratches
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Don't make any more merry than this
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I wonder why it hurts to watch
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You having more fun than me?
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...I'd rather be your fiancé
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You want to tease me, don't you? You purposely don't answer my message
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And blame your still-wet manicure for it going to the answering machine
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"Nobody understands you better than I do"
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That kind of attitude rubs my pride the wrong way
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** We can't go back to being friends; I can't live for just you
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While we lose our bearings, you and I kiss over and over
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Don't feel any more troubled than this; I wonder why I feel lonelier
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The more I hold you dear?
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...Even next week, I want to be your fiancé
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...I'd rather be your fiancé
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