I’ve been twirling my thumbs

Seeing what I could get wrong

Anxious state of mind

With my sorry kind of songs

Can’t get you off my tongue

I tried it once or twice

Now I’m sat here moving thumbs

That is my sacrifice

I sang a song of 6 pence

I poured a glass of wine

I’d been sitting at the counter

Checking on the time

This grumbling inside me

Tells me I have a stomach ache

You keep me up at midnight

You keep me wide awake

And I’m desperate for your comfort

I’m dying for your sin

Content with loneliness

This can’t be happening

I’m twirling my thumbs

Earth quake erupts

I know I am in love

And this love is sort of sucks.

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