Lyrics of
Soft Spot

unprepared with a capital F
while all the boys are making movements to the west
restless hands rearrange the mess, Oh
sort the mess to create a new mess

stole your light put it into my rock
took your warmth now there's a smallness in the way that you talk
worried hands reconfigure the S
ignore the mess, but create a new mess
sort the mess to create a new mess
you made a mess, I couldn't add to the mess
saved a mess, instead i'll send you a text

went to bed dreaming
they covered you in graffiti
took what I wanted, but
I'll return what I needed
if it means you'll be
less blue than me

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