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This clock screams

another morning sun blinds me through the window

covering my head with dirty sheets

another nameless whore sleeps next to me

i scratch the sleep out of my eyes

shower the hangover from my system

breakfast for two

i guess its the right thing

she sits across from me

still half naked and run down

this awkward moment last forever

solid sarcasm sinks in my teeth

i try not to make things worse

here we go again

regrets at their best

trying to remember the night before

wondering what ive done

i make decisions out of assumtions

telling from the marks on her chest

and the glare in her eyes

i have another secret to keep

and a room to clean

she asks about the future day

trying to get a planned answer

out of me comes silence

the kind that crawls through your veins

shes trying to make eye contact

thats not a good sign

i think of stradigys

to let her down easy

shes rubbeing her leg on mine

waiting for round two

in a blank stare the bedroom door crumbles

shes talking in slow motioin

my eyes barly blink

i hate this kind of morning

another unknown face

fell in drunk love with me

and now i break her heart

give it to her easy

try to say it nicly



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sealed with a kiss and a smack in the face

she gathers her used body off the floor

and slams the door behind her

thats not the reaction i was looking for.