They’re leaving and they’re taking me with them.
I knew this by their smiles. It haunts me…
Fuck the fucking fuckers.
If they want to split why do I have to go.
I’m no baggage...
I’m no sentiment.
I hear them ev’ry Saturday night out of their obligation to each other.
3 A.M. like clockwork.
They leave me lonely.
I disdain their joint separation, but understand
that to be the joint you must be the bone.
If I was to call my name ev’ry night I would be a liar to myself.
Who is my name…
Why do they not weep after wards.
They brought me here…
I just want to leave on the meanest leaving train in town.
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