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Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affectionAlmost like it was the affection that kept them from being monstersAnd I could have used some warningI was on that porch all morningSmoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubtCould it be I am mistaken, have I stolen somebody's baby?Is it possible for two people to need the same thing?It's just the lines, they get so blurryBetween what is wanted and requiredAnd I don't know on which side his heart fallsBut I know where mine is buriedAnd it's so far from any wantingYet it needs this to keep beatingIt won't go on without itIf I'm still weighed down with subtletiesThen I'll just come right out and sayThat I think that I deserve herMore than anyone deserves anythingMaybe I am selfish, but there is no way to share thisThere's not enough to go around, I don't care who else gets hurtBut I'm still sick with empathy because I once stood in his placeI spent a year quietly dying while he let go and ignored herAnd I'm sure that there are reasons for everything that happensAnd absence leads to adoration, yeah it's nobody's faultBut now there is no way to change thisTime has photographed and framed itAnd it's hanging in a hallwayThat we have no right to walk back downBut I hope that he feels better but I'm sick of all the dramaI can't stand to see her crying, I just want this shit to endAnd I want a place to hang out where record players play outAnd there's a thousand movies rented for a thousand nights with her