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the awful truth
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i live in the subway city
take taxi cabs and drink martinis
daytime recovery from midnight black
drinking at night to take the day back
tomorrow, today
or yesterday
these days all start to look
the same
at night alone then I can’t forget
and I do it all again
10 feet of squalor
and wrong red roses
Going no where
when this bar closes
don’t have something to wish for
but I’m hoping
And that’s what its looked like for months
Black dirty snow
And raw red noses
The mind abandons what
the heart opposes
well I’m kind of broken but I’m coping
And I never thought of you once.
But you live here too now
With your bong and guitar
Playing chords in the air
You wrote songs that I adore
That you begin to sing
About other girls you’ve loved
And I see your fingers bleeding
But I aint had enough
I don’t know their faces
So in my head they’re made for me
I’m picking up on every image
And you’re playing beautifully.
And you make jokes
Tongue trips on lisp lips
And I laugh out loud
and hold my breath
and you laugh with me
you’re smiling
keep it on now
I think I know what this is
I’m trying hard to curb these thoughts
To stop some words when there’s nothing left
To say
but I love you
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