I got my back against the door
So when you leave
Wake up to the buzzards
Contemplating
Taking bets on when I’ll finally
Appreciated every word you said
Another hit and I swear it’s
Somber with your hands by your side
Constrict me with your
Everyday’s inspiration to further my cause
Hence the cause to all
Proper isn’t what you call this
Infatuation, let it ring
Oh, the
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