
Make up running down your face
Smearing from cries of regret
I invited you over
To numb you
Walking behind me
Arms so tight around my stomach
You act as if you’re mine now
I’m fine with that
Following me room for room
You want to be loved
Even if it isn’t from him
I’ll spoon feed you
Making you steak, mashed potatoes, and peas
Like I’ve been waiting for you to come home
All day
Even though it’s 3 AM
We’ll stay up
Knowing tonight you can’t sleep
Your broken heart can’t rest
Your hurt feelings
Require Percocet
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