miss you

[poetic_fire]

and we'll break contact for the final time
when you live yours
and i live mine
so lucky that you found some stranger
to keep you warm inside his bed
you'll both be drunk, it clears your head
i'll be drunk too, but my head's empty
like my heart
broken emotions don't make love
you'll end up back where you start
this boring suburb
where it all began
will we miss home
ever again?

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