it would be easier if you didn’t return.
(over and over and over and over and over again)
because you reek of alcohol and i reek of love
(you tell me you haven’t smelt anything as beautiful since i left).
so i remind you that compliments are free,
and i am like the tin man.
you never had to ask me what things like that meant.
(you’re one hell of a guy,
that’s why i always give you my best try).
i’m sorry you keep returning
(neither love or alcohol seems to last long enough)
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