Oh, fuck me for a fool-
You act like nothing happened
And I can still taste your wine
At the back of my throat;
Why did I ever think
That this might have worked out?
You act like nothing happened
And I can still taste your wine
At the back of my throat;
Why did I ever think
That this might have worked out?
I’m kept afloat by a log,
And you’re still setting fires.
And you’re still setting fires.
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