But just in case. She is my comfort. The smile. Across her face (across her face). I'm so content. I didn't want it. But now. That's why I live. So what I'm doing. I never left. She's on my shoulder. And I'm OK with that. I can't escape it. But it's OK. Cuz truthfully. I don't want you anyway. I've grown accustomed. To what you do. I guess you could say. I'm getting used to you (used to you). I'm getting used to you (used to you). I'm getting used to you. by P.E.C