Claudia and Stacey BSC

I miss that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I ask, am I just dreaming?
I love you so much that it's dripping
Dripping from my arms and such
I'm sorry, I know I'm too much
To love, to trust, I'm nothing, but-
I miss that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I ask, am I just dreaming?

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