Remember when you told me,
To roll instead of fold,
And walk away,
I didn't do what you asked of me,
Then it all went cold,
Because I stayed.
Hanging onto your advice,
Really should of told me twice,
There's nothing to hold onto,
So I grip onto the floor,
Really should be moving,
But I'm holding on for more.
Despite of everything,
I stood still in my shorts,
Staring at my phone,
Sending you reports,
Roll instead of fold,
I walk away.
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