| I remember when you slipped away
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| Like, sand inside the pocket, couldn’t stop it once it started
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| Babe, sex went from a blessing to a phase
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| A formless expressive, plastic
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| Slanted, broken, bent and fitted wrong
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| A slo-mo incision, you’re vicious
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| I miss when you were my favorite song
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| Now I don’t know the lyrics anymore
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| And I know we’re both better off
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| Even though it doesn’t feel that way at all
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| When a new one does come along
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| I’m just hoping I’ll be ready for the fall
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| I’m just hoping I’ll be ready for the fall
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| Wicker from the candles you would burn
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| I still smell your cigarettes in all my favorite shirts
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| But, just another lesson I should learn
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| A game for the reckless, Tetris
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| Battleship is sunk, I’m drunk and high
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| My head’s desecrated
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| My heart is still alive
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| I wore out all my welcomes
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| I’m done with being selfish
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| And I know we’re both better off
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| Even though it doesn’t feel that way at all
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| When a new one does come along
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| I’m just hoping I’ll be ready for the fall
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| I’m just hoping I’ll be ready for the fall
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| And I know we’re both better off
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| Even though it doesn’t feel that way at all
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| When a new one does come along
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| I’m just hoping I’ll be ready for the fall
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| I’m just hoping I’ll be ready for the fall |