I'll smile if you do first.
It's all well rehearsed.
Everything hurts.
Everyones gone.
Tell Eddie to call me
If somethings on.
But haven't you got my number?
I fumble, and seem not to matter.
Sure could be worse.
Could be 3 point 4s
And no laughs or applause.
On a school night,
a Tuesday night,
Giving up the fight.
Sure everyone else went first.
I wasn't supposed to outlive you all.
So what's the point when no one calls.
The point 4s hurt my nose.
And when I sniff I feel so cold.
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