It's cold outside your door tonight.i've got this old coat to comfort me.and this pen i found under your step is keeping me company while i draw conclusions in the dark. why am i here talking to myself? i feel, i feel ...ridiculous.
I watched the moon leave your sky tonight. i felt the air drop five more degrees. and it seems i've been out here so long i got frostbite on my knees while praying for courage in the dark. why am i here talking to myself? i feel, i feel...ridiculous.
I have a confession about this obsession. i need to tell you what i've been thinking. it's kinda pretty. it's a little dirty. hey, if i knock on your door will you let me in?
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I'm drawing conclusions in the dark. why am i here talking to myself?
i feel, i feel, i feel...ridiculous.