Caroline Cotter | Singer Songwriter
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She wants babies, he likes ladies, I think they could be friends

Sick of waiting and debating so let’s just all pretend

Its true love hurry get the ring, the ring

Happy endings make me sing

The more you speak I love you less, from deeper and deeper down

A raw sick game called let’s confess coughed up from deeper and deeper down

Don’t tell me Love that this can wait, 'cause waiting runs me right into the ground

New love can’t bloom from all this hate, you bring me deeper and deeper down

Feeling lonely, rolling over, I bump into an old friend

But retreating from our meeting, this shit has grown mold again

But not the good mold like blue cheese or 60th anniversaries

The kind that only makes me sneeze or makes me nauseous at Tiffany’s

The more you speak I love you less, from deeper and deeper down

A raw sick game called let’s confess coughed up from deeper and deeper down

Don’t tell me Love that this can wait, ‘cause waiting runs me right into the ground

New love can’t bloom from all this hate, you bring me deeper and deeper down

When the grass grows and the world knows that love has come and gone

And the paint chips from unused lips and onto unkempt lawns

Let’s slow down and take off the ring, the ring

We’ll toughen up after the sting

The more you speak I loved you less, from deeper and deeper down

A raw sick game called let’s confess coughed up from deeper and deeper down

I hold no grudge for all the lies and I guess that it’s no big surprise

Every hello has its goodbye, goodbye. 





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