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here i sit

the morning after,

the morning after.

turns out none of it mattered.

here i sit 

the morning after

i fear and doubt

none of it mattered

one night gold,

warm and flattered.

now im cold

my brain is scattered.

all the long nights

the endless chatter

i love your skin

although its tattered

you walk so strong

without the glamour

you make it up

beyond your grammar

im not as brave

now that im fatter.

don't be afraid

the day i shatter

when you are near

you're all that matters

when you are gone

my heart it hammers