Just admit that you were wrong
Say it softly, to my feet
before I clean up the shattered cups
I don't win
but I'm not allowed to hate you this much
Do I look big to you?
You do to me
Sit down or something, kneel
Our arms are crossed, we throw back our heads
and breathe in the ceiling
I know that you won't say it
and I won't say a thing
We'll both have to be the last to leave
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