Claustrophobia
Everything’s closing in, I can’t move,
I don’t need you in my elbow room,
I need to get away,
I just can’t stay,
It’s too much like…
Claustrophobia, it’s too small
You’re becoming my downfall
I don’t need that, I can’t live with this conflict,
I love you, just don’t do it
You’re too close, way to close,
You’re steppin’ on my toes.
You know I love you, but I need my space,
I can’t live in a crawlspace.
It’s too much like…
Claustrophobia, it’s too small
You’re becoming my downfall
I don’t need that, I can’t live with this conflict,
I love you, just don’t do it
I’d let it happen, if I had my way,
But I know it would be going astray
This is silly, this is pointless,
I’m sorry it sounds so heartless,
But it’s too much like…
Claustrophobia, it’s too small
You’re becoming my downfall
I don’t need that, I can’t live with this conflict,
I love you, just don’t do it
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