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I whispered to you across a faulty lightrotton apples on my bed after dreaming that youre minesnakes in the garden, snakes in my bedsnakes wrapped around my heart, choking me deadhead lay on your lap and I, know I'm homebut this is a useless love, you're not my ownyou drum your fingers on my back doorbut you won't come inand the paint begins to peel as you side step this inrelease me from this chokeholdI'm tired nowgripped too tight to shed this skinthis is a useless loveyou're not my ownbut just to see your faceis to come home From Letras Mania