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This is a sad story about my favourite mug. This is a sad story about how I fell out of love.

White wine spills Into black coffee stains on stale sheets That I can't lift Because they're heavy With your scent I'm afraid to wash the ..

White sheets And white silk Slinking from milky shoulders Clean Like a white wedding morning White paper clouds And a snow blanket, crisp C..

I take over my own life and can't even blend in

Something rather odd I scribbled in a few minutes and I'm Not exactly sober so hey ho

Ghost town hearts, homeless In cities that never sleep Racing minds, blaring sounds in beds that blaze all night So many people to share them wi..

I'll make time For things that come Once the wine and the dine And the what's your star sign bit is over But just pretend we dated I turned u..

My windows overlook a world Clean, polite, civil herds My speech is slurred, my vision blurred I'm chaos I drank behind the glass today Forgo..

He's background music I'm not really listening But I live To his beat To the rhythm of my loss

Reap the rewards Of this misguided w***e That gave you her heart Her soul And still longs to give you more