Eight Weeks Of Privilege No Time For Regret Lyrics by Nodes of Ranvier

Eight Weeks Of Privilege No Time For Regret Lyrics

    Remove your hand from my throat
    My heart is too secure for your insecurities
    Your pathetic attempt to be mine and his has failed
    But only by my words was I the victor
    Now I killed this desire
    And it quickly became distaste
    Distaste for you (or what you have composed to be you)
    So please, quit wasting my time
    Spend more time on you
    Because it may take a while to remove your foot from your big mouth
    To the eye you are sweet
    But to the soul you are sour
    And I am no worse without you.

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