and it's these late nights awake that buy you the drinks. so i should thank the moon and my dirty window panes next to my bag of clothes on your kitchen floor. cause i got out of your house through that window onto your neighbor's porch, without waking the dog, or god out of their slumbers. but i forgot my cigarettes. they're under the mattress, probably next to your dog, and my watch too. i have my phone and the keys to the car and a last call for alcohol replay, in my head. i hope to forget, not regret, please.
so i guess i'll settle for watching her dance cause i'm not anyone's cannon...not a camera or a lens. just some broke son of a bitch, with lungs and a knack for fixing something that is not broke.
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