Thursday, December 4, 2025

Ruminating

I'm giving up on getting sleep tonightIt's 4 a.m. and I'm in fight or flightRuminating, ruminating, ruminating, ruminating (ruminating, ruminating)And I can't shake the image of her nakedOn top of you and I'm dissociatedRuminating, ruminating, ruminating, ruminating (ruminating, ruminating)And I'm not hateful but you make me hate herShe gets to sleep next to my medicatorYou're mine, mine, mine, mine, you're mine, mine, mine, mineYou're mine, mine, mine, mine, you're mine, mine, mine
And now I'm ruminating, ruminating, now I'm in my headRuminating, ruminating all the things you saidWhy can't you wait for me to come home?This conversation's too big for a phone callRuminating, ruminating, I've been up all nightDid you kiss her on the lips and look into her eyes?Did you have fun? Now that it's doneBaby, won't you tell me that I'm still your number one?'Cause you're my number one
I told you all of this has been too brutalYou told me that you felt the same, it's mutualAnd then you came out with this line, so crucialYeah, "If it has to happen, baby, do you want to know?""If it has to happen, baby, do you want to know?""If it has to happen, baby, do you want to know?"I don't know, I don't knowI don't know, I don't knowBut what a line, line, lineWhat a fucking line, line, lineWhat a fucking line, line, lineWhat a fucking line, line, lineWhat a fucking line, line, lineWhat a fucking lineWhat a fucking line
Ruminating, ruminating, now I'm in my headRuminating, ruminating all the things you saidWhy can't you wait for me to come home? (Come home)This conversation's too big for a phone callRuminating, ruminating, I've been up all night (all night)Did you kiss her on the lips and look into her eyes? (Her eyes)Did you have fun? Now that it's done (it's done)Baby, won't you tell me that I'm still your number one? (Ruminating, ruminating, ruminating, ruminating)'Cause you're my number one (ruminating, ruminating, ruminating, ruminating)
Ruminating, ruminating, now I'm in my headRuminating, ruminating, all the things you saidWhy can't you wait for me to come home?This conversation's too big for a phone callRuminating, ruminating, I've been up all nightDid you kiss her on the lips and look into her eyes?Did you have fun? Now that it's doneBaby, won't you tell me that I'm still your number one?

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