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I want vodka
 
to wash away my thoughts.
 
So that I don’t have to even try
 
and be clever.
 
I want to look
 
like a fucking idiot
 
and try my best not to care
 
when you see me falling
 
into someone else’s arm
 
and act like it doesn’t hurt you.
 
I don’t want to wake up
 
in this bed
 
with a stranger by my side
 
and a headache in my heart
 
oh if i get up silently
 
and steal across this floor with bare
 
feet, maybe he won’t hear me leave.
 
Doesn’t matter
 
I’ll never see him again.
 
Even if he asked.
 
I dig my own grave
 
and I do this to myself
 
over and over again
 
like some sick game,
 
I know one day you won’t come back,
 
and maybe secretly
 
I don’t want you to.

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