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Title: Cold Feet Post by: .cup.car on October 18, 2014, 09:16:19 AM Almost seems written by a BPD sufferer. Multiple references to their ways at staying connected (stalking through friends or keeping articles of clothing), a chorus that is pretty blatant recycling, and an attempt to move on but taking something you said to them totally out of context.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8q_cR0PwKc I follow your friends around, I'm searching from town to town. I never knew what you meant to me, until you were lost and found. I never get up for daytime, and I only go out at night. There's so much I have to say to you, I'm gonna get it right this time. My Love, come to me, come around, I'm lonely. Have socks I can smell you on them, I guess you must have forgot them. I wear them when I'm cold sometimes, I'm wearing them all the time. I'm thinking of heading south, bittersweet memories of your mouth. Remembering what you said to me, you'll never get cold feet now. My Love, come to me, come around, I'm lonely. I follow your friends around, I'm searching from town to town. I never knew what you meant to me, until you were lost and found. My Love, come to me, come around, I'm lonely. |