Running Away

the lines in my palm
flow in the direction of you

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i never asked to love you;
you just happened to be conveniently placed
at every turn my fate
took

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i see your disappointed face
carved in the haze of my cigarette smoke,
and your mouth curls in distaste
when i tumble into our bedroom smelling of
4 shots, 3 glasses of wine and some beer

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i pimped my heart to find
you,
now i will prostitute my soul
to get away from you

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if you are the ocean
then i'm the draught,
if you are the sun
then i'm the cloud cover,
if you are the victor
then i'm your victim

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there's no meaning,
yes. actually, there is no
meaning.
anymore.