Bent and twisted for the very fifth time I wake up to an eclectic sign That maybe I’m getting Too caught up That maybe this is just Like the last time The last time
Chorus: Why can’t I let go? I just pick it up again I’m having flashbacks My mind is not my friend I’m stuck; rampantly the past comes alive I’ll be stuck here until I die I’m tripping on you like acid
A simile is just a common waste Preferably used by those with cliché taste A lick of you and now I got the essence And this new girl gives me false pretenses That maybe I’m getting Too caught up That maybe this is just Like the last time The last time
Chorus…
The proverbial mistake That I can’t erase Lives within you now…
Chorus…
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