| I sit and watch you reading with your head low
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| I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed
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| I sit and watch you
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| I notice everything you do or don't do
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| You're so much older and wiser, and I
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| I wait by the door like I'm just a kid
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| Use my best colors for your portrait
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| Lay the table with the fancy shit
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| And watch you tolerate it
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| If it's all in my head tell me now
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| Tell me I've got it wrong somehow
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| I know my love should be celebrated
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| But you tolerate it
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| I greet you with a battle hero's welcome
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| I take your indiscretions all in good fun
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| I sit and listеn, I polish plates until they gleam and glistеn
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| You're so much older and wiser and I
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| I wait by the door like I'm just a kid
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| Use my best colors for your portrait
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| Lay the table with the fancy shit
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| And watch you tolerate it
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| If it's all in my head tell me now
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| Tell me I've got it wrong somehow
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| I know my love should be celebrated
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| But you tolerate it
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| While you were out building other worlds, where was I?
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| Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?
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| I made you my temple, my mural, my sky
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| Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life
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| Drawing hearts in the byline
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| Always taking up too much space or time
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| You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I
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| Break free and leave us in ruins
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| Took this dagger in me and removed it
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| Gain the weight of you then lose it
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| Believe me, I could do it
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| If it's all in my head tell me now
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| Tell me I've got it wrong somehow
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| I know my love should be celebrated
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| But you tolerate it
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| I sit and watch you |