| | you packed your bags,
packed up my heart too.
all you left me with was
my bottle and some smokes.
What else could I do?
living has been such a drag,
i cant remember much of last night.
ive been suffering such jet lag,
because my hearts been flying,
and she knows that its not right.
What else can I do?
im giving up on my dreams,
because i see you every night,
ive replaced her with other things,
like repetitive weeknight drinkings.
and i have lost this fight
There is nothing else I can do.
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