Your crooked teeth make a velvet smile. Hollow Eyes, it's clear you've run for miles. Yeah, I'm drunk but it's okay. Because it's on this floor I'm going to lay and wait. Singing, Hey, I miss you.
Count the freckles on your naked arm. Naming constellations at the bar. All's forgiven come back home. It sure beats living in this hole alone. Screaming: Hey, I miss you.

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