Unloveable from Action Potential by Edward Coles

You're always threatening
me with leaving
then you say
"don't you know
how lucky you are?"

I'm on the precipice
of defeat and
I'm disbelieving my
thoughts

You pull back
on the threads of longing
As you push past me
on the way out the door

Then you say
"How can you dream of
me really leaving?
Is that really
what you want?"

"Don't you know
how lucky you are?"

So I lost the last
fuck that I got
Is this what you want?
is this what you wanted?

Force-feed me the bones
and leave the corpse
you're unlovable
I'm unlovable...

You're unlovable
I'm unlovable now...

Pack my bags
yeah, I'll leave
I'll be falling out the door
And my friends they are
in my rear-view mirror

I'm sleeping in the
back seat of my car
and so it ends:
this rollercoaster now

You're unlovable
I'm unlovable...

You're always threatening
me with leaving
as you push past me
on the way out the door
then say:

"How can you dream
of me really leaving?"

"Is that really what you want?"

"Don't you know how
lucky you are?"

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