With both eyes closed
i blew out his window
a cheap shot i know
but someone had to do it

It isn't like, he deserves it
that's easy for you to say
he's not your kind
he's not your type
just looking to desires

On my side of town
we let the lights go down
get out our knives and
go for a long drive
I'm nothing special
a yard sale collectable
for a table
Eventually to
gather dust like the rest of us
we left out to rust

So tell me you and i, can we be magnetic?
lightning will strike
and some of us will get it
and now that i'm so sure
I'm at your disposal
I share out the table
Eventually to
gather dust like the rest of us
we left out to rust

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