Might be coming back to own me
Take my hand the night is longer these days and I lost my
gloves
You’re never satisfied with any other
type of light anyway these burning street lights
are that orange color because they have sodium in them
Might be coming back to own me
I can hear them cycling back up the arc will hit and we will
all be yellow
I know what you’re thinking and my hands are cold
You’re never satisfied with any other
and you’re rarely satisfied with me
When it’s like this this just beginning winterness I forget
that you
might be coming back to own me
that you really just want to own something and my gloves
are just another thing that I’ve lost that you have to hold
You’re never satisfied with any other
You’re rarely satisfied with me
Here I’ll put my hands in my pockets this was a bad idea
You coming back to own me and all because
you’re never satisfied with any other
And I’m too silly to remember that I’m too
satisfied with any other
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