Please stare me in the face
And forgive me and all the mistakes I made
And the last promise I’ll lean to whisper in your ear
Words that will gently comb your future
I promise I will pick my pieces up and drift away
Trapped in my lies
Just please tell me it’s okay
But what about the past two years
The two years that held your plan
I got an idea
Hold out your palm and I’ll pay
I don’t have much, and my luck’s dry
So I guess these crumpled words will make do
For everything I owe you
And I’ll leave with another sorry
And thank you
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