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there's no accounting for taste
there's no such thing as soulmates
so i'll readily admit, i had some say in this
but it really feels like my heart
has a mind of its own
and suddenly i hate sleeping alone

i'll wait for you to come home

i'm the queen of bad timing
you're the king of stale mates
you're just ready to twist everything that i say
but you give as much as you take
i know you feel the same way

'cause otherwise you wouldn't be asking about me

i'll wait for you to come home
you always come home
you cut me to the bone
but you always come home

my mom says if i were smart
i'd start doing the lock
you tell me i'm a fool, waiting around for you
you slink into my bed, erase what you said

i'll wait for you to come home
eventually you'll see i'm home

there's no accounting for taste...

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from left​-​handed scissors, released April 5, 2012

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