>> you could've smoked
in here, you know?
>> yeah, I could've prayed
in here too
but someone stole the Bible
from the nightstand
peeling paint off the door
what could that stain be--
and that one, and that one
phone numbers scribbled
on the bottom of a drawer
I couldn't fuck you here
I can barely fuck myself
I'm already much too fucked
ain't had a kiss all November
the worst parts' almost over
>> easy now, let it run down
seconds and dessert on the clock now
--wait it out, crush it, crush it
lay your head on a rocky pillow
you have so much to be thankful for
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