She told me it was her. I ran outside knowing it was a lie. I sat and smoked a cigarette and thought deep thoughts deeply.
That love that’s not my love, she lies to me.
Can she, eight states away, knock at my door?
The messages she sends cause me to freeze,
So out I go to see if she’s not there.
I come back to a monitor asleep;
If you were there, you’re there no more,
Nor here for me to speak.
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