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You’re making a run for it The coffee's getting cold I asked you to hang around, but you didn’t I feel like a pitbull chained up outside Foaming out the mouth Cause I said you could reach out, but you didn’t I wanted you to be scared of me I wanted to read your mind Well, fuck if I do, and fuck if I care That I’m yours and you're never mine It makes me feel small I wanted to bite my tongue off when I heard That you think I talk too much about him But you’re always thinking about her Waist-deep in proclamations I made to mess with your head I don’t know what I meant now And I definitely didn’t know then It makes me feel small I wanted to bite my tongue off when I heard That you think I talk too much about him But you’re always thinking about her Letras de canciones So I called the cops on that damn party You get pissed off and decide you want me It gets quiet, that makes you feel funny And I find I’m always running The silence, never satisfying And you bite your lip when I start crying You get quiet, so I feel like dying And I hope you know that It makes me feel small I’ll always be lying in the palm of your hands Filling the gaps in your schedule But I’m never thinking about that I’m thinking about your constellation Looking at you like you’re better than me I think I’ll just stay here forever Watching your face and bearing my teeth From Letras Mania