| We met on a Wednesday
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| In the summer, it was blazing
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| You looked at my black jeans, said are you crazy?
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| I guess I might have laughed
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| And after that you stuck to me like glue
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| But you had a girl at home and too many tattoos
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| I was in a rough patch, real depressed
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| You took my hand and said the sun it rises in the east but I came from the west
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| My heart it skipped and that was that
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| I should have known don’t trust a poet
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| Cause they can’t do the math
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| I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| Headed on a bad trip with the wrong high
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| I don’t really know why
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| But you felt right to me
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| I hadn’t had a good thing in a long time
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| Moving in the fast lane with the wrong guy
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| I don’t really know why
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| But you felt right to me
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| We met on a Friday
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| In the winter, it was freezing
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| Felt a bit like history repeating
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| We’d been on a break but then decided we could try to spend the night like
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| friends and roam the city
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| Knowing what that meant
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| So we were back & I was pouring poison
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| Texting you reports from everywhere I went
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| And you’d write back I miss you even more
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| And it was torture for me
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| I should have known don’t trust a poet
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| Cause they prefer to bleed
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| I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| Headed on a bad trip with the wrong high
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| I don’t really know why
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| But you felt right to me
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| I hadn’t had a good thing in a long time
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| Moving in the fast lane with the wrong guy
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| I don’t really know why
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| But you felt right to me
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| Wrote this on a Sunday after months out on the road
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| Wonder if you have regrets and which direction those thoughts go
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| Like was it worth it in the end?
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| Sometimes it feels like you just used me for my mind & innocence
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| And now I heard you had a kid, finished a book & got a wife
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| Things been good to you since that last goodbye
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| But I just have to say my piece
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| You should have known don’t trust a poet
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| Cause we know how to speak |