"do you ever think that maybe we're just... ghosts living out someone else's memories? Everything preordained, predestined. Only to repeat through death."

i saw you at the gas pumps
across the street from the liquor store
just the back of your head
but i've seen it so many times before

i thought about
getting out of the car and saying hello
i was a coward in the front seat
i smoked a cigarette and watched you go home

it's the blood that runs from my fingertips
its the words that never left your lips
the goodbye i never got to say
i still hate myself to this day

it was the black eyeliner on the kitchen sink
as it ran from your tears to your fucking drink
down a bottle to drown your sorrows
hoping you can forget tomorrow

another day of hateful existence
wearing a black dress covered in lipstick
wondering who has those polaroids from new years
too fucking trashed to really care

spilling secrets like water to the hardwood floor
spread from mouth to mouth with each word
your high heels clicked as you finally left home
changing faces in each new town but still alone

you always hated the way i wrote songs
they were just too sad you never sang along
even though the beauty in your voice it echoed
forever haunted your ghost

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