Crowley wasn't ever one for hugging
I guess that they are alien to him
I've heard that demons like to keep a distance
And I know the equation – I'm not dim
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A demon plus an angel doesn't happen
He's right – friends cannot come from either side
If our negotiations were discovered
I wouldn't know a place that we could hide
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And, anyway, I know I shouldn't hover
I know the demon likes his personal space
He'd see it as intrusive or dependant
I wouldn't like to snub him to his face
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So I try not to hug him when I'd like to
And try not to indulge in silly whims
I know, deep in my heart, that, though he's friendly
He's really just a snake with extra limbs
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And when he shivers slightly and looks empty
I tell myself reptilians don't feel
Then try not to feel guilty when he leaves me
And tell myself that demon hearts aren't real