These four years were a suicide
But you volunteered and kept
I pace the floors this empty house
Compare its content to
I walked up to a drive thru
Had to hitch
Many are the hours I lie awake
trash the room in
You always said be careful what you might wish for
You
Why does it hurt everytime she leaves
If it doesn't mean
I’m gonna choke when it really counts
I’m gonna get kicked
What's the worst you could feel and you only need
Coming out of Minnesota
I could see the stars had fallen
The makeup she wore was a sign of the times
And
I’m gonna choke when it really counts
I’m gonna get kicked
“Wait for me”
I said
“I’m as good as getting older like
When we reached the car,
we found it wasn't there.
She asked
This is not your savior, or the answer to those
This is the day that I must let you go.
I
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