Cupid from Fifth Friend by Fifth Friend

Cupids left this town,
Hes gone of to the hills,
A long way back,

Says hes getting out,
Hes packed his arrows and bows,
Up in a big rucksack,

Cupid wants to know,
If you'll meet him out there,
But he cut up all his long hair,

Cupids Adam's apples swollen,
Whilst rain drips paint on the walls,
And I guess I guess hes very lonely,
And you and I wont share with him no more,

Cupids falling now,
Says he'd try to cry,
But don't know how to start,

Says its not alright,
And flips the bird once more,
As he walks down the hall

Says he knows it now,
And he'd tell you why,
But there just ain't no point

Cupids Adam's apples swollen,
Whilst rain drips paint on the walls,
And I guess I guess hes very lonely,
And you and I wont share with him no more.

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