you’re a victim of your cautiousness

Goodnight my love, you seemed so nice ‘til I knew you better
Now I can tell you’re always thinking twice about what might be better
On the outside, there’s no conscience, you’re a victim of your cautiousness
You don’t try, you just lie there hoping that someone will come to make it right

The Dodos – “Winter”
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