I want to burn the letters that I wrote youOver
You left a good drug on my tongueAnd I know
All the world's on hold inside this roomI try to
Aquarius the maze is here againBishop made a joke in
I fell in love with you in JulyTripped on my
A corporate nightmare on a Sunday nightA grown-up reminder that
I used to be contagiousLike the blue waves on my
Here comes the end of MarchAnd I'm failing all the
Hide up high by the landslideSirens don't make it to
It's the start of the monthOne of twelve I don't
I don't think I'm going to Soho for springYou wouldn't
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