i'd like to believe
in one thing that you say to me
would you like to leave?
when i try to talk at all, it all just turns out to be
turn on the stove
in the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home
my head fills with heat
from the knife in your hand to mine
i'd like to understand
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what you think about, why it seems so bad
it's only escape
from everything i know i'm weak, i know that i'm sad
turn on the stove
in the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home
my head fills with heat
from the knife in your hand to my sand

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