Today my phone broke, and I had a divorce.
I guess I'll just let things run their course.
Today I got drunk, and I threw a fit.
I guess I'll just pretend I don't hit.
Today I was alone, and I felt it to be home.
I guess I'll just forget and be on loan.
Today I went to bed, and I felt for your hand, dear.
I guess I'll just regret not having you near.
Today I wrote a poem, and I wrote it for you.
I guess I'll just agree that what she said was true,
Which was, "Maybe because deep down she is lovable."
Then, why does she seem so goddamned untouchable?
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