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I have to black out thoughts of you so i don't get down,
it always starts to pain me when my jaw hits the ground,
i can see you round as long as i have your texts,
wiping rain from my specs so i can see what happens next,

nothing like what i've felt in a horror,
always find a way to sneak to the top right corner,
when i'm a mourner you always seem to call,
and pick me up after about a month of fall,

your voice and that tone let you atone,
for all the nights you left me waiting alone,
so i just started smoking again cause i couldn't have you,
all my urges prove that i truly had to,

someway i had you for a short amount of time,
never will rhyme with slave so i speak more like a mime,
only when i'm tired will i tell you what the truth is,
my heart is, and always will be, in Massachusetts.