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well, remember that time when you chipped my tooth with a beer bottle?
then you said that you were sorry, and you called me your soulmate
well after you I found another fucking soulmate
and i wonder when I'll find my next one
my chest as a pillow, as concave as your thoughts
about the future you want
i'm just a used cassette in a worn down tape deck and
all of my songs consist of the good days that we had way back when
your hair was on my bed sheets
i'm just a little confused on the subject of appreciation and tolerance these days
because how can you appreciate anything else if you don't fucking love yourself?
it's not the fact that we won't ever be brave enough to admit our mistakes
it's just the way that we admit we were wrong in believing that we got away with it
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