Routine It's a new week And another Tuesday My phone dings And without looking I know it's you It's the same thing As every other Tuesday I go to the secret place Just outside my home And find you waiting Belt undone I smile like nothing's wrong And we do what we do I walk away lighting a cigarette Go inside and tell my mom hi I act like I just went for a stroll She suspects nothing I fall on to my bed And the tears begin I'm in love with you But I'm stuck in this routine Of giving you all you want When I know it's not what I need.
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