The Weeks
2013-09-26 | 7:34 p.m.
So he, Walked in the bar and found you there. You were drunk, he took you up On your offered affairs. Spends the night but never leaves, Holds to your bed... Your hand, your sweater's sleeves And your drowning in a minor debt; The cost of weeks to find his feet And all your booze and cigarettes. You know you made the choice You let him in... It isn't right, it isn't fair But nothing ever is.
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