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Every time I see your hands, I can’t help but think about where they’ve been, and when I’m kissing your back, I think of all the mouths that have been there,  It’s irrational, it’s sick, but I fear there’s no cure for this. 

Every time I see your face I think of her lips on your cheek, every time you say you love me I think of all the times you’ve said that to her before.

It’s stupid, it’s sick, I fear there’s no cure for this. 

Every time you see me, I think about you thinking of all the other faces you thought were the best thing ever, and every place we visit, I wonder which spots you visited first with her.

It’s horrible, it’s sick, I fear there’s no cure for this. 

Every time you touch me, I imagine you touching her, every time you talk of our future, I think of you getting down on one knee for her.