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where y’at these days
darling
your number is up and
i’m calling
so sweetly
but you don’t hear me
i
know that this time i’m too little too late
too
lonely, i shouldn’t have
hugged you so close
the first time
you can never get any closer
i shouldn’t have
left you standing in a cold december
pretending i was better off
elsewhere
but see
i’m learning that there’s no logic
in misery
so talk to me
without memory
just talk to me
with mercy
dear
i can never really say i’m sorry unless
you talk to me