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Its not me, its you
The (after)life(r) of the party
Blow out the candles
And try to forget another year of favors (and how long its gonna take to repay them)
And sleeping in between cities
Im up to the hips with dreams
We’re green and gold racing towards 6 am
Who was me last night?
“slow down pretty boy"
but youre just not keeping up
and I never told you the way I love how you sleep in your make up
its not romance but itll have to do
would it be forward of me to say im the best youll (n)ever have
and dollface dreams are just something that get in the way of giving in
broken down not broken out
im only good for a couple of hours on your couch,
hand down the front of your pants or maybe for a story or two
im a stitch away from making it
and a scar away from falling apart
full moon pills got me out on the streets at night
watch me transform in the moonlight
I watch you work the room
Knowing that its their smiles and clinking drinks at cocktail hour
But its always me at this time of night
Hips pressed close to mine – true blue
The way they talk about you aint even close
Envelopes postmarked to nowhere
Vacant baby
Im checking out
failure never looked so pretty
Line em up, flashes across the room in red
Kiss me electric
Leave my best days in memories
And my bestlines closed tight in books
Keep the lights off so I cant see your tears
She said “we should move somewhere deep in the middle of july”
And I replied "dream me up something better than me and you"

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