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The lights flickered out on the subway
and I ran my hand up your thigh in
the dark

If only I knew it was the sex you wanted,
not the rest of me
I would have ran then

The signs were there,
how you only came back because I had moved on
and how I had talked you into loving me that
one night

Your bed was narrow and I felt small against the
scheme of things
I should of left then, as the words fell off my tongue

But instead I married you,
on a Tuesday

And I don't know who I am, when
I am with you
and that is catastrophic

So I've told you to start fucking other people
and the sad part is,
we both know you will.