I don't like your story
it sounds like mine too much
escape is where I'm heading
I think I've had too much.
Too much of the hard stuff
in life and in liquor,
from all that you've said to me
you'd think my skin was thicker.
Can't take much more
of the sweet lies and the blame,
if I had it my way
we'd both be on a plane
Of solitude away from this
jealousy and mass seduction,
if I had a nickel I'd
die of sweet corruption.
But you want to play the game
of how this all unfolds,
darling I can't stick around..
because it's way too old.
(wish me luck)
©hernamewas
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