[This one's for every time you were that nightmare]
I'm breaking down and you're breaking up.
Re-entering my atmosphere and tearing down every
defence that youyouyou forced me to erect.
I wish I could tell you to fuck off
like I've always wanted to, but there's
only so many times you can break my heart.
What does one more matter?
[& for every time you left me to c|harm my way out]
I'm going under and you're going over[the top].
Long distance phone calls to say you never meant
goodbye and emails that read like ransom notes
or love letters you never wrote. It's killing me
to see you drag me in again. Doll, I can already
taste the sour residue of denouement as the
tequila struggles to find it's way past
my swollen vocal chords.
[&& for the times I tried to find your voice beneath the static]
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