Rose Rum and the Stench of Infidelity

Blurred faces and Fuzzy smiles You say you love me all the while you look at her while tipping back Vicious facts I look over from the crest of a broken heart Getting fucked up is a hopeless art Still we paint a pretty picture of neon lights and first class flights on busy nights You're too vivid to inhabit my sight I look the other way as I inhale through gritted teeth You love her more and love me least But at least there's love between our sheets In this room I start to lose my mind only to find sanity was a mountain I climbed and dove from Into a pool of rose rum I never rose from I stayed til I felt myself go numb Then crawled out and never looked back I came to you Saw change in you But in the end my neck was snapped from every hug you gave A slave to a place in your heart too small to breathe So as I inhale the stench of infidelity I realize I want you but you don't need me

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