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Wet Grass or Cold Cement

Oso Oso


Well, do you just confuse me for the sake?
Don't worry I'm just kidding, I never thought that you'd stay
There's a fine printed line in the love that we sell
And a little web of truth in those lies that I tell

So tell me what your thoughts were when you ran away
And I climbed all those trees, your familiar hiding place
And I stumbled upon you on some neighbor's lawn
You said: Either way I get the short end of the straw

I mean, what are my options?
It's wet grass or cold cement, isn't it?

I never really found a moment
To confront or really hold that
Conversation so I let it go
Read your vibe, tried to flow with it
I left and got away with it

But that can't be true
'Cause something's still missing
And what if it's you?
There's a price to pay, isn't there?
'Cause the love here's not free, not everyone gets a share

So what are your options?
It's wet grass or cold cement, isn't it?

I never really found a moment
To confront or really hold that
Conversation so I let it go
Read your vibe, tried to flow with it
I left and got away with it

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