your face is a roadmap of all the misery
it's ever weathered and i'm the same way too
i'm the same way too
your eyes are like to beady pools of brine
i could stare at them for hours but i
just don't have the time
and who would claim you as their own
and who would take you to their home
downtime gets bearable with wine
just helps to take my mind off things
i don't really think it's a crime
my bones are crumbling from inside
it isn't that i tried so hard
my hopes were never that high
and why did i say i'd pick you up
i'll try but it's gonna take some luck
your face is a combination of things i hate
stuck together with masking tape
and a mind to not leave things alone
now i shall retire by the fireside
sleep is thrust on my from the drugs i tried
said i'd call you back well i guess i lied
and now i can't see straight
and i've never been happier
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