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Emily Kinney

Back On Love

 

Back On Love


I am so confused
I don't know what's up or down
Should I leave or stick around?
Am I lost or am I found?

He's throwing wisdom like a poet
Throwing tantrums like a child
But when he holds my hand
My pulse runs red and wild
I was a fighter for my freedom
Now a fool for his touch
He is a nightcap, a bunch buzz, and I'm a lush

[Chorus:]
Next to the nightstand I'm taking every pill he's got
My head, my heart, my throat, my lungs
My stomach all in a knot
I swore off suitors and the never-ending, needless drugs
I learned my lesson and I thought, "Yeah, I've had enough"
But I'm back on love
Back on love

And I'm losing time, losing weight
I'm a loser for this man
I've been lost since our first date

He is a tight-rope talker, I can't balance at all
He says it's fascinating watching me tip-toe and crawl
He says my ex-boyfriend's boring, he says the moon is the sun
He says anxiety can be the source of lots of fun
My best friend made a list of ways his love is off-track
But I don't give a shit, and I refuse to call that bitch back

He might be messing in New York
He might be messing with my head
But I'll do anything to keep him messing in my bed

[Chorus]

I've got witches waving in my windows
Sky high, I cry, and swear to quit
I've got witches waving in my windows
Sky high, I cry, and swear to quit
I've got witches waving in my windows
Sky high, I cry, and swear to quit
He calls me up
He calls me "moonlight"
I'm pulling up to Pacsam for one more hit

[Chorus]

Back on love...

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