I. it’s getting late and you won’t stop drinking. we’re sustained by telephone electricity and i’m afraid this is our last call. drop the pieces on cobblestone streets and smoky barstools. you say you want to forget it all but, honey, you know he’s coming back.
II. it’s getting late and it’s getting cold and i can feel you shiver through your t-shirt. i want to hold you but i know that it’s more than just a touch right now. it’s forgiveness and plaster and lets-just-forget-it-all. darling, just let me go alone tonight
III. it’s getting late and you’re changing. or maybe you’re not because you always are. prop it up with polytheistic unspecific prayers and tell me how beautiful the degradation is. it’s all for one, all for you. sweetie, how long ago did we lose you?
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