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Lover
Tomorrow I'll be thinking
Something I can't help thinking
I don't wanna be your friend anymore
Not until you listen
August is almost over
Tomorrow I'll be sober
And I don't wanna be your dog anymore
Another long September
Cause I'm losing faith
In your twisted game
And I'm turning around
I'm in the dark
Tryna start to make it easy
But you only want to make it hard
You let me down so sweetly
And I took you back so quickly
I know that you're keeping a hand on the door
Through another season
Oh maybe I don't mind it
But sometimes I just can't hide it
And I don't know how many times I can bend
Before you see me breaking
Cause it's true
I don't wanna be your lover, here
Cause the weight
That would only make it harder to steer
The worry, the fear
It's filling me up
It's filling me up, dear