i keep our memories in my pockets
next to the lint and my bad habits
i never have to forget a single one
if they're always at my fingertips.
it could've ended so much better.
we could've lived on in stories and tales
immortality was always your favorite shade of blue
but why'd you have to get so fucking high?
oh how you loved those little white lines
or was it my little white lies, dear,
that pushed you far from me.
how can i fall in love again,
when i've already hit rock bottom?
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