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We can't mend the cracks in the bells
You always heard bells, maybe in the evenings
Then again your ears were forever searching

it was something else
that did you in

I'm still waiting for the divorce papers

I know they'll show up and
Cut my laugh in half
they will mock my shaking hands
The same hands that held your dying
mother's when you weren't looking
Because that is what I do

Many times you weren't looking

I'm getting by

at a cost
I miss you so much sometimes that
I want to kill myself
And I still love you
It is insane
all these nights I wake up sweating
reaching out for you
ready to dial your number
ready to touch

But I cannot.

If I meant anything to you,

you would have called by now
You would have shown up with your
arms outstretched

You would have sought me out and
I would have made you a deal

But you're not a fighter, darling
You're a follower
You've got no spine to hold in your guts
And other people have to tell you what it is you want
You don't have to believe me
But I saw it all
Called it out, like a fool
Let you take
and take
and now

and now I am an alcoholic

Thank you.

Now my sleep comes as a favor
I have to drink a pint of vodka just
to feel tired enough to lie to myself
You have a therapist
You're gonna be alright baby
You're gonna find another person
and she will be yours

and you, hers

So you have to send me those divorce papers

otherwise, that just makes for awkward conversation and

you won't be able to get in her pants

Dating 101

Honey you have to forge the the future and the past

the guilt did you in

I know I know I know