ĉiufoje, ĉie


you called me crying at three in the morning
because I said that I was moving
and I wouldn’t be giving you my new number
if I got one

but you have to understand
that what we had is rotten in the ground
this is a new start- turning over a new leaf
the soil’s freshly toiled, the chaff’s blown away

I let you have all these nice things in life
your vapid celebrities, your cushy life
so let me have a nice thing too
albeit without you

maybe you can pretend that I’m some famous person
on the tail end of a fling with a fan
wrap your arms around me, sobbing at the airport
maybe I’ll write a song about you


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