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I was supposed to be better This time, I don't remember If it was May, maybe September Either one still held regret A lighter I did lend her As her eyes reflect the ember I thought I'd might befriend her Despite the cigarettes There we sat, in a car Driving here, driving far Drowning gin in different bars Words come through in blurs I watched the lights, she watched the stars speeding past the other cars metal smashed, we flew apart the blood on the dash was hers Through all the trials never heard Through the fade of morning birds Through the pain of time obscured I still have four stone walls to write these words
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
A Cell Isn't As Bad As They Say
I was supposed to be better This time, I don't remember If it was May, maybe September Either one still held regret A lighter I did lend her As her eyes reflect the ember I thought I'd might befriend her Despite the cigarettes There we sat, in a car Driving here, driving far Drowning gin in different bars Words come through in blurs I watched the lights, she watched the stars speeding past the other cars metal smashed, we flew apart the blood on the dash was hers Through all the trials never heard Through the fade of morning birds Through the pain of time obscured I still have four stone walls to write these words
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
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