OBE


Woke up hot and not with you
I'm outta time
I guess we're through

Threw myself away
To get a good look
At you

Don't want the
Card you're writing
It don't seem inviting
Feels like you'll throw
It all away anyway

I wish you would
You are too damned good
My heart can't
Take this pain
You're pulling me out
And up, then
Back to the ground again

 

 


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