ive got nowhere to go
so
i slink slow
and wait for you to love me like you used to
i look for it everywhere
phonebooths, backseats, lotto tickets
these angles aint fit for me
im slow jazz bleeding in the grass
to weak for your weather
these tears
irish rain
our introduction
re birth
into a sky
a fucked up fairy tale
infinite and true
like a letter in a bottle
fate can wait
but my heart cant
i need you like a drug
if i cant have it
my grave is dug
a cold lump of grey
and my wishes
your name instead of mine engraved
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