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I washed my hands of us at the club, you made a mess of me, I pictured you with other girls in love then threw up on the street. Like waiting for a bus that never shows, you just start walking on. They say that if it's right you know, each bar plays our song, nothing has ever felt so wrong. Catastrophic blues, moving on was always easy for me to do, it hits different, it hits different 'cause it's you. I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost, rip the band-aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw, freedom felt like summer then on the coast, now the Sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings. And I never don't cry at the bar, my sadness is contagious, I slur your name till someone puts me in a car, I stopped receiving invitations. I find the artifacts, cried over a hat, cursed the space that I needed. I trace the evidence, make it make some sense, why the wound is still bleeding? You were the one that I loved, don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough, a wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes, this is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy. Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief, in the good in the world you once believed in me, and I felt you and I held you for a while bet I could still melt your world. |