Yeah,

Cold arctic fox, looking for food
You say hello and I say yeah, dude
I’ve thought about you every single day of the week
There’s no mistake who I’m with

Will you come sit with me
Soft voice, inviting
No fights in front of the neighbors
No waiting for you to call me back
A sweet thing, a sweet thing
A sweet thing, a sweet thing

I carried around all this weight
Your emptiness, your guilt, your refusal to change
And here I say goodbye to what I previously misunderstood
You’ve calculated it so good
Of natural cause, of groupthink
The way you treated me eventually made me sick

No fights in front of the neighbors
No waiting for you to call me back
A sweet thing, a sweet thing
A sweet thing, a sweet thing


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