You look at me,
like you know where I’ve been,
but you don’t mind,
as long as I’m home and dry,
by the time you wake up.
It’s not like I wanted to be out so late,
but I find myself,
frequently,
fucking up,
facing up to not being who I thought I was,
who I could have been,
but,
you don’t mind,
as long as it’s your shoulders,
where I do my crying.
I write myself out of trouble,
while you sleep off my headaches,
under the glamour of the stars,
who know every single secret,
but swear they’ll be silent,
as they watch over us.
You look at me,
like you know what I am,
but you don’t mind,
because you’ve seen me cry,
you know I never planned to trick a man,
into taking my mistakes,
turning me from cautionary tale,
to a queen.
I just wanted to be loved,
and you just want to love me,
until I don’t cry no more.
Let’s forget who I was,
who I am.
Love me,
until I’m who I could be.
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