Contraband

It’s odd to think I wanted what I got Before I wanted what I got At all It’s odd to think I loved you more than not Before your face was paste upon This heart Oh, I think it’s odd A little life contraband The saddest of saddest sads Is I can break for no one Give me your answer then I’ll give up and go back when I’d make the loudest bang It’s odd to think I end up where I start Before I’ve left I’m always lost Directions please? It’s odd to think I’ve lost it more than once And more than once is just enough For me Oh, I think it’s odd A little life contraband The saddest of saddest sads Is I can break for no one Give me your answer then I’ll give up and go back when I’d make the loudest bang It’s odd to think I wanted what I got Before I wanted what I got At all I think it’s odd