almost three years passed, nothing happened but you can't lock him out of your brain
and it doesn't matter, not one bit

keep chugging down that liquor, keep on smoking that sad and lonely joint
wallow forever in your filthy habits and your fabricated memories of him

wasting away trapped in your fantasy world, never to wake up
you were never meant to find what you thought you saw in him
and now it's too late

part 3 of 4

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