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for once i'm not drunk and i have a terrible confession to make

god damn
it
i just keep thinking about you
coming tomorrow
to my house
and us
sitting on the couch
in the dark
and i draw closer
as you draw back
and in the background
that song
your song
his song
and what do i do now
you lips have already touched mine
what will he do
what will he do to you
i’m afraid i won’t be able to stop it from happening
like i was unable to stop everything else
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i wrote you
so many songs
wasn’t that enough
if only you had ever heard any of them
maybe you would be mine
instead of his

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