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Who’s in the mood for a little bit of heartbreak?
I left a note on your doorstep, you never came out.

You’re a stomachache in the middle of the night,
a prison break in and out of my heart.

That just sucks ‘cause you never opened the door.

I’m turning around on a desert
according to the plan made by non-existent lovers.
Turning around to see there’s nothing to come home to.


Pencil sharpeners and bobby pins
on my ill-painted one night stand.

Messed-up frogs on beaches full of sunshine
chillin’ around with singing cascades.

I said ‘no’, decided to go,
but I forgot the alligators on my doorstep.