I grew tired of being a placemat
By the door to your vacant home
Will I ever be more than history
Lying in the back of your mind
I haven't seen the sun in days
You walk but you don't run
Tell me, is it better to flourish
To leave it all behind
Than to have lived through a passionate wish
Being with you was a wasted ******
I'd flow my stream into you
Wished for more than necks intertwined
I punctured your rejection with great strength
The pain was nothing compared to the way
You left me behind at arm's length
I cough, I ache, achoo
I sneeze not one, but two
Times as I forget you
You **** fool, why did you make
Me fall in love with you
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
I grew tired of being a placemat
By the door to your vacant home
Will I ever be more than history
Lying in the back of your mind
I haven't seen the sun in days
You walk but you don't run
Tell me, is it better to flourish
To leave it all behind
Than to have lived through a passionate wish
Being with you was a wasted ******
I'd flow my stream into you
Wished for more than necks intertwined
I punctured your rejection with great strength
The pain was nothing compared to the way
You left me behind at arm's length
I cough, I ache, achoo
I sneeze not one, but two
Times as I forget you
You **** fool, why did you make
Me fall in love with you
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