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I don't know what you want or know what you mean. I got so lost trying to come clean but you're just mad at me. and you're just mad. who am I though to make you less sad? what we were was all I had, I don't know how this got to be this bad. I heard you hate your new boyfriends hands. I heard you hate him all over again. It's just too late to bring back the benz. It's just too late to start over again. All the small things you wanted me to hear; just sweet nothings. "It's like you're not even here"

"I wish I felt this excited about every moment in life... as dogs do-"

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from Life Like Boyfriend Hands (SPLIT with Art Slob), released November 2, 2015

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