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Sep 2016
You're all I think about.
Right now I'm a cigarette and two beers down;
I always speak more when I'm drinking.
Besides, I don't think you'd believe me when I'm sober.
Then, you'd be able to see through me
if I was trying to ******* over.

But I see you
hiding girls up your sleeve.
Just because you're my everything
doesn't mean I'm afraid to leave.
Being stuck inside your gravity may be addicting,
you know I love giving in to my sensitivities,
however, I'm not as naive as it may seem.

Am I stupid or in love?
Is the above synonymous?
I guess this is me trying to blame our problems on ideas.
Maybe if you had met who I'm supposed to be
instead of a hurt version of who I was
we would've worked out differently.
I wouldn't need so much time
and you might've been who I need you to be.

I'm still gonna love you with all that I've got
yet you think it's all talk.
I'm just asking for your patience in exchange for my stability,
expecting your loyalty
even though dishonesty's nothing new to me.
I'd rather hold us down
than lose out to possibility.
Rather fall first with you
than trip over bad timing.
RC
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RC  California
(California)   
575
   ---, Doug Potter and Hannah
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