You asked me to put my legs up,

Flipping over the turned tables

While in the room we set on fire.

It was my fault; i watched you clutch the bottles while we passed nameless drunks.

You saw yourself at one in the morning 

And you looked to me for a dance above dalliance,

With your undeserving frame of mind,

We got lost in the gossip

A lonely boy

A stoned soul

A damned tongue 

And i let you in again 

– kelly peacock

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