I like to be reminded of things I can't have, so come around again.
Give me a second, I need to get my story straight. My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State. And I know I gave it to you months ago, I know you're trying to forget. But between the drinks and subtle things, the holes in my apologies: you know I'm trying hard to take it back. Now I know that I'm not all that you got. I guess that I just thought maybe we could find new ways to fall apart.
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