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Good thing it doesn’t smell like you
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2011
The last time I woke up in this bed alone was the morning after our perfect date
The beginning of the week of laughter
So now
All I can do is lie here, getting angry at the fact that every time we do well
Every time we fit
You find a way to prove to yourself that we do not
Burn us down
And I don’t know if I should hold on hope or finally let this go
