I have no plea, so what can I say?
I’ve gotten myself in trouble again.
Because, like a long reverb, you stay inside my head
as every word you say slowly, slowly drifts away.
And now I’m in trouble again
because you’re a song that’s on repeat
as I’m drifting down the street.
But love won’t hear my plea to set me free.
So now I’m sucked in and it’s no contest.
My mind and soul have no rest
because of this emotional distress.
I’m in trouble as I’m captive to you.
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