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a euphemism for euphoria, a song part II

what you said that night has stuck
and my mind has run amuck
i don’t remember if you know
i can smell you in my clothes

when it rained last friday night
i stood out in the lack of light
and i thought hard about us
and in words we won’t discuss

please don’t touch me there
I might burst into tears
I don’t know if we’re really here

you drink a glass of cold defeat
don’t call me till you’re half asleep
drooling on the toilet seat

cause that’s when you love me most
and everyone else on the coast
but tonight let’s raise a toast
to your ghost

and i hope somewhere out there
you’ve found someone who really cares
someone that isn’t me

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