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Ive got joint buts all over the floor, red cup in my hand, says Ive been drinking some more and I want her to come, not just through the door, but when she's telling me she loves me, man, it feels like a chore.

Now I have to wait until I'm asleep just to make you smile and to hear you speak.

It's not the same if it's not you laying on top of my sheets. Why does it feel like a year, when it's only been a week.