It's cold outside your door tonight.I've got this old coat to comfort me.And this pen I found under your step is keeping me company while I draw conclusions in the dark. Why am I here talking to myself? I feel, I feel ...ridiculous.
I watched the moon leave your sky tonight. I felt the air drop five more degrees. And it seems i've been out here so long I got frostbite on my knees while praying for courage in the dark. Why am I here talking to myself? I feel, I feel...ridiculous.
I have a confession about this obsession. I need to tell you what I've been thinking. It's kinda pretty. It's a little dirty. Hey, if I knock on your door will you let me in?
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I'm drawing conclusions in the dark. Why am I here talking to myself?
I feel, I feel, I feel...ridiculous.
