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mostly, i sleep it off. it's easier in the morning to shrug off the evening's drunken, pathetic pleas. cause the night's tragic rambling is the next day's apology. so if you can sit tight 'til the sun hits the blinds we can settle everything. turning on a dime...i just can't trust my instincts. one day my heart beats with passion, the next it waxes black. if i seem a little callous, i assure you it's just a scratch. so if you can hold on 'til the mood swings are gone then we might just have a chance. baby, i quit, i just can't fake it anymore. i'm a cold, jaded, selfish, abusive, dysfunctional fuck up. i'm needing to be rescued. i'm stranded on myself. and i can't escape from this island i've made. i'm afraid i never will. |