Between cigarettes
There must be some regret
I can’t deal with you now
You bring loneliness
With empty promises
And the promise of child
It’s getting cold, she said
You never were impressed
There’s a lesson here somehow
Always late for bed
It’s the consequence
Of figuring you out
Always wrong, you plead
But it was you instead
Doing all of the wrong
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