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Jul 2016
3 minutes away from midnight,
In bed with the same clothes as yesterday.
You wore me out.

But your presence stayed the night.
And you wouldn't leave when I kicked you out.
To be fair I didn't fight that hard.
And to be haste you broke my heart.
I blame you for the drama that you start.
I blame you for the love you tore apart.
And I feared for the words your lips would depart.

                                                               ­                                   The city grew quiet.
                                                                ­                           The streets were empty.
                                                                ­     The skyscrapers felt taller than ever.

And I'd had killed if I knew you would never resent me.
But your shadow laid in bed with me that night.
It told me all your secrets and held me tight.
I tried to let go but my arms put up a fight.
And now you come back every single night.
I blame myself for the advantage you took.
I haven't seen you in three years but we never spent a night apart.
11:57
3 minutes away from midnight,
In bed with the same clothes as yesterday.
You wore me out.
You left three years ago.

But I'll see you tonight.
saint
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