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Late Night Thoughts Of Them
Third night this week I got sick of the liquor.
Trying to make his face fade a little bit quicker.
Onto the next one is what I say, but it didn’t seem to turn out that way.
I’m worked up wondering how your evenings are spent.
With another girl and you’re paying her rent.
What exactly does she have on me?
I’ve got the sweetest mind that runs on poetry.
I only walked cause I thought you’d run.
But instead you found yourself another one.
Cut my hair and dyed it black.
Got your attention and threw it back.
Leave me alone, I don’t cry.
Keep the tears stored behind my weary eyes.
You like a girl with tattoos .
Said my puppy eyes resembled jewels.
She doesn’t have anything on me.
Cause I carry all our light history.
You’re showing off your girl and I’m going mad.
I was never a girl to stay sad.
Managed to rip my heart into pieces.
All the notes you wrote are shut by creases.
They said I was too good for you anyway.
But since when do I listen to what people say.
