Yesteryear come back to fight
December 05, 2009
Our greasy little happiness
That was what I had coming to me, you know
And of course I threw it away
Like the greasy trash that it was
But then here I am alone
In the hot night that breathes down my neck
Breathing: Hey, hey, hey
Remember that happiness?
That you had?
Remember how you threw it away?
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