i lose a little more skin i grow a little older
i smoke a little more
i drink a little more
sometimes it feels to right to be melancholy
i found an old video
you told me you were crazy about me
and all i can think about is that soon even if you wanted to come see me you couldn't
i waiting for you the way you waited for me
everything i am i wrapped up in smoke and mirrors
even if i showed you how awful i was you wouldn't listen you wouldn't see
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