leftover love polish

 

I guess I’m just sick of being the ‘too little too late’

 

They want me once I’m gone

 

I really need a full joint and a night on the balcony with you

 

Because you were the only one of us three that had a sound mind

(I know you wouldn’t agree)

 

There’s still blood on my hands from you

 

Will I ever come clean?

 

I guess it’s my fault for sitting silent and drinking cold coffee

 

Instead of reaching and surpassing this

 

Is there snow where you are?

 

Because this winter may kill me

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