While I’m reading these verses

I’m stumbling and falling over slippery phrases

Words that used to mean something to you

Now they don’t have any hold on you

In my head I pass dim street lights

When foul words escaped past me from

The mouth I could not believe was mine

I was everything I never wanted to be

Losing so much innocence in one moment

I still have these hotel keys that don’t work anymore

They used to let me in

I still have all these words that don’t work anymore

You used to care about them

Don’t think writing words is easy

Remembering what we used to say

Is one of the hardest things I can do

But I can’t stop myself

And while I’m writing this

You’re doing your makeup in his car now

You don’t want to know me anymore

I was just a liability

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