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I don’t wanna hold you here or carve your name in my head any longer For a while thought you were glazed all up in sweet but sucked you sour I remember Somehow thought you’d eventually figure it out I was cold I was sick Sniffling in the sanitary prison Dedicated an old song to the son of Steven If you didn’t wanna touch my face, well say so I’m a big a girl And if you didn’t want my love you should’ve said so I’m a quick one If it’s too fucked for fun for freedom in your head room I don’t blame you I felt it too I heard through headphones and in grapevines the disgust at the cold weather Always wanted a sunny smile and no gloves straight through the winter And you kept the heater pointed at your hands while I had shivered I remember Summer sun can’t fix what we had already put out If you didn’t wanna touch my face, well say so I’m a big girl And if you didn’t want my love you should’ve said so I’m a quick one If it’s too fucked for fun for freedom in your head room I don’t blame you I felt it too I felt it too I don’t wanna hold you here or carve your name in my head any longer For a while thought you were glazed all up in sweet but now you’re sour I remember