Rut

Sometimes it feels like you were never here Sometimes it feels like just yesterday that I told you it was over That today I could just march over to yours and inform you of your abuse like a well practised debater I know that you've moved on While I'm stuck in this rut The wheels spinning and spitting the same dirt from the same spot in this goddamn rut The engines riddling the air with the same plaintive and helpless whine I don't know how to move on I just keep hating you

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