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That blue coffee cup isn't of much use now,
it collects change to fund the things that I'm not proud of.

My friends all say that I have changed; forgot my roots and lost my way.
Perhaps I've shifted since last Fall, but your painting still hangs on my wall.

And every night you wear a new skirt and I used to care about buttoned-up shirts,
now I look forward to sleeping in and when the next day will begin.

The next drink might swallow me, I know I shouldn't lift my lips to see,
but after everything you put me through, I'm allowed to be as sad as you.

I'm allowed to be as sad as you.

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