Talking nonsense at the bar
Or an interesting psychological conversation
I don't sleep with someone easily
But I get tired of masturbation
The lows, the highs,
Would it be boring without them?
But I hate switching between lonely cries
And laughing out loud
I choose you for a reason
You make me feel at ease
You're funny and you're witty
But I hate hoping you're thinking of me
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