prickly thorn

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Words make better sense
In sentences
But I put you in jail
Killed you on sight
Without fail
Cos I don't spend
My whole life
Looking for someone
To spend the night
And here you are
And I don't want you
Anywhere near or far
I know exactly
What you are
And I won't fall
For a fucking farse
Cos I write them
So I don't need a mate
To be beside my bed
Or inside my fragile head
I know exactly
What you are
And I won't
Fall for someone
With the personality
Of a fast, red car
It will distract me
From the emotions
In my heart
And disguise
The beat of me
And make me feel
Like a part of your heart
When you're just a red car
And want me
To drive you
So evidently far

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