Strangers On A Train


We’ve just always been those kinda strangers
Meeting on trains and
What doesn’t kill us we
Whine about it later
Because
Nothing can convince you
To break down and be mine
Again
So the ten-dollar question, love
How many knives
Do you have to drive through my heart
To tear us farther apart
Just walk away from me like normal people bleed
They say it comes rather naturally 
Love, I just
Know that’s not
Me
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