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May 06, 2005 03:50

You go and I'll stay.
Why would I put clothes on to see some guy
you like more than me?

But you should go and I'll be ok.
I promised myself I'd finally start that book I've been meaning to read about the French Revolution.

You go and I'll stay.
Why would I leave the house to go see some guy
who sings better than me?

And you come home to me
smelling like booze,
humming his tunes.

I'm rolling over
and
it's lights out

for this lightweight.
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