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Lets just forget everything said
Everything we did Best friends better halves Goodbyes The other night we realized We were falling out of love Don't say never did The last thing we want to be Is overly dramatic I just think its best Cause you cant miss you forget So lets just pretend Everything is anything Between you and me Was never meant (x4) ……Cause you cant miss what you forget….. Was never meant |
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Long night. Last call.
Bloodshot eyes from some drinks too tall. Breathe in deep and I swear to god I'll die if I go home alone tonight. I raise my head slow hoping to find a girl I don't know who wouldn't mind showing a good time, to feeling alright with doing something we might regret in the morning. You in a cardigan, tired of all your friends. You, in love with the COCTEAU TWINS bored with your boyfriend. I want to be with you tonight, with our legs crossed, our tongues tied. Which one of you poor souls wants to drive me home? I swear to god I'll die if I go home alone tonight. |
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last one out the door has to clean up the mess that we left from the party.
the bottles on the table, the beer on the floor, the words we can't take back, but should've been said long before. O, what a difference a year makes. O, the toll that a year takes on two people in love and in need of two very different things. last one out the door will be the last one to forget what was said at the party. a cake-knife pulled, pointed, and lead into an unknowing (undeserving) back. O, what a difference a year makes. O, the toll that we'll pay for not dropping everything to hold onto those we love. |
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