Everyone in the world is kissing but me
Or at least everyone I see
And it’s getting me so down and lonely
I might just float off the sidewalk
And into the depths of space
Leaving Saturday night far behind
But my feet have sprouted roots
That hold me firmly to the ground
On a street that’s full of lovers
Flaunting their loveliness and spreading their wings
While I run wild with the wolves
All snarls and teeth and hunger.
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