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Ava talks so slow in the night time

When the lights are low and she looks sublime

Anytime, anytime

I'm not too good at playing sports

That's why the ball is in your court

As she walks up to the bar

I can't reach her

She's just a bit too far

And my arms cannot pull her close

They go right through her

Like she's a ghost

I can feel her

Almost

I wanna make her mine

But I don't think I have the spine

To commit to something so divine

But it's fine

But she's so obsessed with being depressed

I'm salivating as I cry

That's why I'm waiting till I die

My head's too crowded for myself

That's why there's no room for someone else

I'm not too good at playing sports

That's why the ball is in your court

I've always sucked at playing sports

So the ball is in your court

I don't think she has the spine

To dedicate all of her time

She's in her world and I'm in mine

But it's fine

It's fine