Wayfarer worn out

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Stood in that stupid baseball uniform
Convincing myself I barely smoke these anymore
That shitty glove was so worn out
Like the way that I’d feel as you’d taunt and yell
“Well, don’t get all sore now”
You’d say to me before reminding me I had done this to myself
“Don’t get all short now,
Where’s all that clever wit, caked in shit, that you spit out?”
I guess it’s time you finally see
Just how frail and desperate I can be
I guess it’s time you finally know
Just how quickly I can lose control
You pull me in, you keep me close
You keep me safe, you don’t let go
I keep you hesitant, I keep you on your toes
Stood at her mom’s back sliding door
Watching you plaster yourself to that basement floor
You didn’t think to just get out
Instead you broke yourself like I broke myself
And so yeah maybe I guess I’m just wallowing
In a moment I don’t recall that clearly
Maybe I’m just remiss, man I’m so full of shit
Turning wine into piss, how can you stand me like this
Stood in the oak frame of our bedroom door
Wondering how I’m even supposed to sleep there anymore
All that beauty I can’t wear out
As you awake to me you don’t taunt or yell
You just reach your hand out
Say something sweet and invite me to come around
I’m drowning in grace now
You swore you weren’t lying when you said you’d stick around

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