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IN YOUR COURT
Is this what you like—keeping our hands tied? All your friends, they shiver under your thumb, you press down so tight. Holding out for you, like a sign for food, offering apologies that I think should have come from you. And I’ve been meaning to stop this shrinking, and I think it’s high time to tell you what I think. I think I’m getting tired of playing games and trying to read your mind. I think I’m tired of giving all I have so you can take my pride. I think you’re crazy for thinking that’s alright. The ball is in your court tonight. Do you really think I so greatly need all the social favor that you give? It’s not necessity. And I’ve been meaning to end this shrinking, and I think it’s high time I stop and start to think. And I think I’m getting tired of playing games and trying to read your mind. I think I’m tired of walking all your way so you can take your time. I think you’re crazy for thinking that’s alright. The ball is in your court tonight. The door never closes on love. I’m hoping you’ll open it up. Cause I’ve done more—more than enough. And I think I’m getting tired of playing games and trying to read your mind. I think I’m tired of giving all I have to keep you satisfied. I think you’re crazy for thinking that’s alright. The ball is in your court tonight.
