Brain Unguent

The Used

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As I sit with my legs crossed
I get tied to the purpose
And all of my brain unguent, slip-slips through my fingers
I have tried all my patience
Heavy hit with the verdict
The part of me that fell in love, played it in the piano

But you
You only think about me when I am gone
I think more of you when I need someone
You only think about me when I am gone
I think more of you when I need someone

Bitter and cold this selfish reflection