It's alright, love.
It's okay.
You hardly mattered
anyway.
And what I've lost,
I never did find.
Tripped over an Irishman,
then got left behind.
It's alright love,
it's okay.
I saw this coming
anyway.
And I'm used to this,
of things falling out.
Caramel skin, alcohol,
tend to help one forget one's doubt.
It's alright love,
It's okay.
You taste like ash when I'm sober,
anyway.
And for you,
I got confused too.
Wondering
what you've drug yourself through.
It's alright, love.
You can leave.
It's okay.
I didn't believe,
you'd stay this long anyway. |
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