You try to make it better.

You’re the kind one, a cleaner’s son,

But you’ll end up alone.

You’re not in control of these things.

I’m a water sign. From the stain 

on my lips, and the swing of my hips, 

you know I want to be right.

But that’s not for me to judge.

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Why sift the wishing well?

We get pennies, and we have 

to put them back.

Tired intentions and wishful faith

make us stupid in a love

that serves neither one.

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Take me to the ocean.

Make me numb in the winter waves.

Break me over and over,

like a stone into sand grains. Like a

devil of the depths, got fingers on my neck,

turning my head from hearing you.

If you try to remedy, you’re only hurting me,

and I need you to let go.

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Knocking at odd hours.

I don’t open the door, you’re dangerous.

You’re a poltergeist,

poisoning dreams with your apologies.

Therapy and sympathy

never seem to take with me.

Save your tears and money

for someone new and better suited.

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Why sift the wishing well?

We get pennies, and we have to put them back.

Long confessions and stubborn aches

make us stupid to the truth that we’re done.

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Take me to the ocean.

Make me numb in the winter waves.

Break me over and over

like a stone into sand grains. Like a

devil of the depths, got fingers on my neck,

turning my head from hearing you.

If you try to remedy, you’re only hurting me,

and I need you to let me go.

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Go. Done. Dead. Run.

It’s fun and romance til you’re breathless, bloodless.

Go. Done. Dead. Run.

You’re so sorry, but I’m not your One.