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Your advantage left me helplessly into you

It wasn't quite what it seemed, a lack of pleasantries
I must admit I was charmed by your advances

My memory cannot recall a wave of alcohol
Talking how the group had begun to splinter
Tripped into the guestroom
Lushing with the hallway congregation
My able body isn't what it used to be

To hammer pillars for a picket fence
We shared a cigarette and shave the hours off
I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress

I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength

And I could taste your lipstick on the filter
But call-response overturns convictions every time
My best judgment signed its resignation
I rushed this, we moved too fast
And I could taste your lipstick on the filter
I rushed this, we moved too fast
Talking how the group had begun to splinter