Long walks and promised collaborations,
An outlook you've kept to yourself.
You watch that web-series I referenced,
And, of course you have, it's just like you.

I had vivid dreams about the apocalypse,
(In the biz, we call this foreshadowing.)
And looking back now, I wish that I could --
Wish that I had never met you. (I can't.)

Unfortunately, you're intrinsic to the human experience.
Like the red flag that tempts the bull,
You've caused all this motion in me,
but this was never meant to be more than humorous.

Long walks and written songs,
Upon receiving time and effort
locked away in a ziploc bag,
we talk about meeting parents properly.

And we don't know that the end is near.
And we don't know you're friends with the devil,
You won't stay by his side, but you find a way
To hand his sins to me, pretending they're mine.

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And I wasn't perfect,
But do you ever think about what he did?
Did your two-faced thespian ever tell you
that I never once lied?

Did he stroke your ego ?
Did he tell you how he used to curse your name,
Just for the chance of what you had ?

And did the devil, master of his craft,
Ever reveal the cracks in his story?

Did you learn too late?
Did you learn at all?

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Four years have passed.
Do you still try to convince yourself?

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When someone comes to you,
Helpless and alone,
Begging for someone to hear them,
Does my name taste bitter on your tongue?

When you hear the statistics,
When you know who it is,
Do you ever think about me?

It's been four years,
And you are happy.

And I, in all my disgust,
know that one day I'll forgive you.

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And deep down, I know
You care not for what was done.

But I don't want you,
I want the floor.