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Mourning
The Inheritance
The Wind Is Always Now
Killing Time
Process
2AM
365 days later (the anniversary blues)
babe the next time i see you
i’ll give you back your spoon
and the other debris that i saved
ah the next time i see you i’ll run my hand through your hair
and whisper your name
thirty three times
one for each time that you shot me
or i shot you
ah babe how you got me
but that was not me
lying dead on the floor in a pool of red roses
that i’d brought to the anniversary party
but delivered to the wrong door
and i guess it’s only a year
but it might as well be ten or a hundred
and we both know the miracle won’t come
and we both know that over is over
done is done
we both lost
nobody won
well that’s the high cost of loving i guess
and if love doesn’t kill you
it teaches you to bury your heart instead
so the next time i see you
i’ll give you back your spoon
and the rest of the debris i’ve saved
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