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I sit staring at my feet,
hard to speak of such defeat,
try to meet new people, rekindle,
won't allow them to stab me i now wear a thimble,

ash tray on my window collects,
the lies of the day no one expects,
if sobriety were a test, then i slept in,
never knew true love before i slept at the Best Western,

jump on my feet pacing back and forth,
damn i wish you were behind this door,
i want more of what we had last October,
spending the weekend together, last happy time sober,

only time you came over, actually helped,
please don't be in love with someone else,
take me off the shelf and read me again,
allow our story to go back to back then.