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I've stayed up for you In my mascara Just in case. Again. As, more alcohol than man, Your hands stumbling over the keys like your feet on the ground. You tell me I'm beautiful, but it's obviously not enough. Money is too tight to cross the water like I've done. But there's just enough for the pub With someone who's not dad or brother. This pause is a hint for you to tell me it's not what I think it is. Your head lolls. Oblivious to mine whirring. Eyes widening I hold back x's In the hope that you'll notice that You've ****** up. You were right all along I deserve better, but don't want it. I've sat here patiently An era long enough to gestate This hate as I fall for you And ask you kindly what's going on. Only to get a vague answer, A drunken phonecall And a hiccup. Just tell me what to do here. If you want me to, I'll stay And be yours. But I can't hover at the bar While you go up for another drink. I need someone of my own, not to be owned by someone. I've stayed up for you In my mascara That's running. Again.
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Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 5:46 PM UTC
Mascara.
I've stayed up for you In my mascara Just in case. Again. As, more alcohol than man, Your hands stumbling over the keys like your feet on the ground. You tell me I'm beautiful, but it's obviously not enough. Money is too tight to cross the water like I've done. But there's just enough for the pub With someone who's not dad or brother. This pause is a hint for you to tell me it's not what I think it is. Your head lolls. Oblivious to mine whirring. Eyes widening I hold back x's In the hope that you'll notice that You've ****** up. You were right all along I deserve better, but don't want it. I've sat here patiently An era long enough to gestate This hate as I fall for you And ask you kindly what's going on. Only to get a vague answer, A drunken phonecall And a hiccup. Just tell me what to do here. If you want me to, I'll stay And be yours. But I can't hover at the bar While you go up for another drink. I need someone of my own, not to be owned by someone. I've stayed up for you In my mascara That's running. Again.
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adela-wilde
English
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 5:46 PM UTC
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