What do you say we both just leave?
Why is there more here left to see?
I don't understand is it me?
Am I that difficult to read?
I led myself on
as you
turned around
just in time to
shout back at me . . .
Do you like the way you're dressed up?
Do you like how your hair gets cut?
Do you like when your friends fuck up?
Don't you think you have had enough?
I'll need more
advice
'till something
sounds nice.
But my life
just shouts back at me . . .
If it were all left up to me
I would just let myself believe.
Whether or not it's night or day
if I'm asleep or I'm awake
I would not make the same mistake.
What do you say I just get lost?
Why I don't think you'd miss me much?
I'm sure there's others left to lust.
Believe me no one in hist'ry will ever sit there thinking 'Oh whatever did become of us?'

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