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A bag is pacing
What am I supposed to say?
That I'd like you no other way?
No offense, but that is plainly lying
Arguing otherwise is getting tiring

I could become a leash
For you to wrap yourself in
But I'd rather stay inside, at home
Where no one can find me, all alone

You'd say that's sad
I won't reply. Remember?
Tape on the lips, connected to a head.
A brainless one at that
Connected to a cord
It's so cold. So, so cold.
Could you give me a cloak?
I beg of you to say
That I'm good. So, so good
Please, wrap me up. I'll stop being a crude.