Tell me a story, distract me from doubts,
hate, sadness, all of it. I don’t want
to think anymore, and I think you’re
the cure. Prove me right, I dare you. And
you know you want to. Do this for me;
I’ll owe you. Make the monsters crawl
from my ears, the poison leak from my nostrils.
I just don’t want to think of anything
but you and your sweet voice.
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