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i want to be better than you, better than the songs you sing and the words you
read off that paper napkin, the words your wrote while waiting for me to arrive
you think you are such a smart man, you're a boy with a pen in his hand.
and sometimes you make the stupidest of remarks
ones that stain remover cant seem to draw from my memory.
why don't you compare us again? tell me how shes thinner
tell me how her smiles are what you think of when you think of me.

and when you're done, just reply,

"well, i still think you're pretty..."