Last night, two turned into three
At this rate, I’m bound to get an STD
Toss me away. I’m a used mitt
Rest of my life, afraid to commit
Aint got nothing left, lets give it a whirl
Twenty years. I bet you’ll wonder: Boy or Girl?
Twenty years. You’ll step to my door drenched in shame
Twenty years. You won’t have to explain
Confusion eats me,
I can tell you exactly what the bottom of a bottle looks like
What I see when it reflects
But I can’t explain myself. Why I do things
I laugh now, I’ve written many words
None of them fit
Feel familiar?
Twenty years. You’ll forget my scars.
Twenty years. You will question him.
Twenty years. You’ll still wonder whom your mirror reflects
Thanks for the times.
Thank you for the times.
Thank you.
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