I am the unfortunate tourist, stranded At the edge of your bed, shipwrecked Journeyed from the depths of our drinks To the small curves of your legs And yet, in your absence I feel good now that youre gone I am the constant exit, the constant ex The next former friend to attend your revenge And you said, Youre just like them Born to love and then disappear. And I said, People like that are the only people here.
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