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This Party was Just a Hangover
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2012 I'm watching
the end before it begins
one last final break
I swear I will take
nothing-
I mean it you know
you see it- I go
You mean it
believe it- oh no
Backstab it
can't have it
What glamor
and glitz
birthed this horrible
blitz
and this party
was always
a fucking hangover
grass grows
on your last lover's
pretty pink shoulder
grass grows
on your pristine
your crystalline clover
You sorry
you think you owe her-
you own her?
I'm sorry my dear
You don't
don't even know her
