Somebody ought to know just how you got so cold, left me here with your purse and came back with a poor excuse. Night is closed as you mouth "bye" through the window, the only noise I let in is my pulse everyone in this bar is too distant. Someone ought to explain why there's so much ice in my drink, too much ice in your heart, numbed out all my parts. What kind of person are you? Do I get to walk you home? No mixed messages this time, I cross the street and see your sneak out your house. Night is closed as you mouth "bye" through the window, the only noise I let in is my pulse, everyone in this bar is too fucked up.
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