You were more than I bargained for,
And
I was thinking that I could be happy,
But no,
I liked waiting for the shoe to drop,
Because I knew how to pick it up,
And start all over,
In the red, but over again
And I knew one day I would roll over and only have my hand on your pillow,
Or the space where a pillow once belonged to you,
But I didn't care,
It was easier to give into the downturn on my face
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