i’m not sure where i’m meant to be

but darling he loved me when no one else could
when you were back home
holding back her fists at parties in the woods
he fell asleep in my creations

 

and haven’t i told you?

you pulled the double shot

i wouldn’t quite call it

“kicking me while i’m down”

it was more like

the way you lose you heartbeat

after your lungs give out

 

i saw it coming

but it all feels the same in the end

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