I found something
I wasn't looking for it though
They were hidden carelessly
Next to your lighters and your getaway high
Why did you keep them?
What purpose do they serve you?
I counted them carefully
Nine, one less than whe you took them from me
I took one, and closed the drawer
What's one more going to hurt?
I promise I'll stop
Starting tomorrow
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
I found something
I wasn't looking for it though
They were hidden carelessly
Next to your lighters and your getaway high
Why did you keep them?
What purpose do they serve you?
I counted them carefully
Nine, one less than whe you took them from me
I took one, and closed the drawer
What's one more going to hurt?
I promise I'll stop
Starting tomorrow
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