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Sweater Set Needed

I want to be needed.
I want broken people
falling at my feet
and into my arms,
crashing from the barn,
and crying us to sleep.

Why you gotta be so bad?
Why you like your love so sad?

I know you're hiding somewhere,
a hole,
buried beneath twisted junk in your soul.
Junk hides a hole.
And I want to climb,
I want to reach for your hand for you're drowning,
and I want to be your heroine.

That's why it's gotta be so bad.
That's why I like my love so sad.