Life found these veins in the form of your name. If the truth ever really mattered, you were only really hot when you wanted something or when you were leaving.
Remember a year ago... it was my birthday and you were somewhere in NYC drinking off your dress? We all have MetroCards full of rides and stories. I know your stop and I just might not be there when you get off by choice this time around.
The alcohol is still just your cigarette smoke in my eyes. My stomach made a comeback and deserves more than an award. Catch me sleeping alone in my old clothes just to feel alive. Love used to be a wish on the very top shelf. Even I gave up on me. This is the first time I've been happy to have been so wrong.
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