When I said that I'd return to you I meant more like a relapse

- Why don't you call Nick?!
- Why don't you call your girlfriend?!


Baby, seasons change but people don't
And I'll always be waiting in the back room
I'm boring but overcompensate
with Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography
But don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me

They Say your head can be a prison
Then these are just conjugal visits,

People will dissect us till
This doesn't mean a thing anymore


We'll do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed
In secret places


We don't fight fair
With smiles on our faces

We're trapped and well concealed
In secret places


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