We Are Far From Building Forts From The Bed Sheets
We Exchange Drunk Texts Like Serenade Receipts
I'll Sing You Songs Into An Empty Bottle Neck
But There's Other Suitors On Your Old Tape Deck
Another Randomer Who I Have Painted The Villain
Probably A County Captain Who Can Strum Some Dylan
Dressed Head To Toe In Topshop Sale Racks
I Am Nothing But Someone To Retrace His Tracks
So I Rolled Off Into The Night's First Wet Patch
Then Forgotten Mens Socks Leave Me To Mismatch
Shaking Hands Can Barely Tie My Shoes As You Blame It On The Booze
An Excuse You'll Come Overuse, One That Tends To Leave A Bruise
I Feel I Am Upon The Sleeve Of Your Favorite Check Shirt
A Heart Rolled, Re-rolled And Squeezed, Until I Don't Know My Worth
CK
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