I can hold your hand and tell you you’ll be fine
No, I don’t really know. I’m just hoping in rhyme
Could tell you that this songs for you, but would it make you mine?
No, I don’t think it would, so I’ll keep it inside
I can feel the lights, how they burn my face
I can see the warning signs just fitting into place
Tell me, tell me now but never say the words again
Because I know those words have killed stronger men
Borderline, borderline, borderline, borderline
Wrote to you on Sunday, I never heard a word
Not that I expected to, it just seems so absurd
That we were once so perfect, we were once so right
I guess it just goes to show that love burns like candlelight
Borderline, borderline, borderline, borderline
I guess I hope you’re happy though I don’t really care
I guess I hope you’re lonely without me there
I guess I’m kinda hoping that I made all this shit up
But I think I’m realising that I just fucked it up. Oh, oh, again.
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