In the backyard I say a prayer for
All the little creatures, they thought I was their mother
Every day I make a wish on
All my lucky numbers, I see sequences and patterns
And with my diet coke, I take a heavy dose
It gets me really close
Like a baby smoking cigarettes
Or a lash against the cornea
You are abrasive and offensive
I really gotta stop rewarding ya
In the daytime I rationalise
Or blame it on the season
or blame it on my star sign
in the nighttime, laying down
I’m replaying every reason second guessing and repeating
And with a heady stare, you say there’s nothing there
Ask why I talk to air
Like a baby smoking cigarettes
Or a lash against the cornea
You are abrasive and offensive
I really gotta stop rewarding ya
Like a baby smoking cigarettes
Or a lash against the cornea
You are abrasive and offensive
I really gotta stop rewarding ya
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