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So now you read my things
now you listen to me sing.
I may have been naked before
but now I just feel like a whore.
Lyrics strained for feeling
and lines to fill the space-
the empty, empty space
we covered up with lace.

Maybe I just need to forget you,
but that's not what I do.
Maybe you just try to be friendly
and it's not what I do.
Maybe.

Forget the URL,
forget and wish me well.
You may have been sated before
but now it seems like you want more
lyrics filled with meaning
and words to fill the space-
they're empty, empty words
that covered up my face.

Maybe I just need to forget you,
but that's not what I do.
Maybe you just try to be friendly,
but it's not what I do.
Never.

But when you want we'll talk,
when you want I'll cough it up,
when you want I'll give it away,
always.