One day you'll wake in an empty home
Coffee's cold, your ash trays over flowed
Upset and bereft you go back to bed
But the dreams in your head won't grant you any rest
It's hard to sleep
Do you still dream of me?
The lump in your throat you try to quell with smoke
The pit in your stomach's a scar on your soul
Light up another cigarette
An attempt to repress
or deal with the stress
or maybe just forget
I felt so fucking stupid, too.
The worst part is I never blame you.
I felt so fucking stupid, too.
The worst part is I never blame you.
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