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Starting to hate messages, too drunk,
tried to pick up my guitar and feel the funk,
it's like i was just dunked on, now on a kids poster,
thought maybe, she could love me for

the way i act like just me with her,
watching Breaking Bad, hard to say i don't miss her,
wish i could kiss her, even just hold her,
then i wouldn't feel like a post it on her folder,

reminding her of one weekend in October,
last time i can say for a week i was sober,
no drinking or smoking, before i picked up a cigarette,
before i really knew about a real regret,

cause i wished you still lived in the city,
can't stop thinking about you being with me,
you're too pretty, but i most now move on,
pick up my guitar and somehow just groove on.