one day left
one night left
walls are blank
the floor is swept
bags are packed
nothing to eat
half a gulp of whiskey
a bottle of cough syrup
a can of sardines
i packed my dishes anyway
the bed was empty but
last night you came crawling back
a phone call
remember me? how you doing? we should talk
you think you want me now
cause i have blue eyes and a nice rack
but you don't realize
one day it won't matter anymore
i'll scare you away
and you won't come back
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