Contraband

It’s odd to think I wanted what I got
Before I wanted what I got
At all

It’s odd to think I loved you more than not
Before your face was paste upon
This heart

Oh, I think it’s odd

A little life contraband
The saddest of saddest sads
Is I can break for no one

Give me your answer then
I’ll give up and go back when
I’d make the loudest bang

It’s odd to think I end up where I start
Before I’ve left I’m always lost
Directions please?

It’s odd to think I’ve lost it more than once
And more than once is just enough
For me

Oh, I think it’s odd

A little life contraband
The saddest of saddest sads
Is I can break for no one

Give me your answer then
I’ll give up and go back when
I’d make the loudest bang

It’s odd to think I wanted what I got
Before I wanted what I got
At all

I think it’s odd