You hold your cigarette like you give any kind of a shit
When it’s all too obvious to me that, really, you don’t
Hold a place in my heart anymore
These beers – they lie here for one reason and one reason only, to simply commandeer my very next one-night stand
You will brush your once-upon-a-time tempting derriere against my hand while you pass, but I’ve had enough of that
Your memories are alarming at best
Press you lips against somebody else’s chest while he sleeps dangerously soundly
Because I can tell you this above all else, you are about to pound the cracking pavements of his heart
Your roundabout way of disastrously paying it forward

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