sometimes, i break out a new chapstick,
because mine is on the other side of the room,
and if i went to get it,
i'd come face to face with your picture,
sometimes, i'll just let my lips
crack and bleed,
but i can't, no i won't go look at your picture,
because the salty tears burn my lips
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