I miss you as soon as you walk out the door
Like I missed you the day you wrote “the key is yours”
I’m writing vows in my brain probably years in advance
Thinking in circles around our fate and random chance
I swear I’ll always stay pretty, and always love your
tattoos
I’ll use discretion in my methods when you’re getting the
blues
We’ll drink whiskey on the porch, once I’m drinking again
And we’ll talk like we’re lovers, talking like they’re
friends
We’ll never fall asleep angry, since we’re both
nightmare-prone
But if you do have a bad dream, at least you won’t be alone
I feel luckier than everyone, though my rhyming is shit
Because I found the one drug I’ll never want to quit
You’re the piece I like best of my own twisted soul
The best of the two halves that make up this whole
Coming home to you’s a dream I never thought would really
start
And when I look at you I see you, but I also see my heart
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