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I love the late nights by the window and
Leaving the door unlocked,
waiting for your stomping boots and dirty clothes in our bed.
I like it when you can’t sleep,
Breath smelling of poverty
and you’re screaming on the phone
And maybe you should have another drink.
Silly vodka boy.
You know your rums from your whiskeys
But it’s five days later and I’m tired.
You fall asleep too soon, your tongue down another bottle already.
I’ll try to wake you up when the sun starts to rise,
But I can’t promise that you’ll listen.
Stupid vodka boy.
The bills are far past due,
And I don’t know where the money is going;
You told me you don’t like wine, how much did that bottle cost you?
It’s not enough?
Here, take another twenty and buy yourself a ticket,
Buy another drink and forget me here.
I’ll still be in the bedroom by the time you sober up.
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