Bottle of wine and Drake on repeat
Missing links and the missing link
Making every thing world class
Residue on the window pane
Strong pain in the pit of your stomach
Butterflies turn to moths
Caterpillars and sewn lips
She doesn’t speak like you wish
She’s swimming for new fish
While you stare at the past in your rear view
Quick switch of the Playlist
Something edgy
Distortion and guitar chords
She rubs her fingers in your hair
But she’s a million shades of grey away
Mind in someone else’s bed
And you’re just waiting to make the move
Before you realize she’s not the one for you
But you were her pawn that she used to find her king
Checkmate pay the check for your mate
So she can make her next date
Somethings are left best unsaid
And ghosts spin out of control
Better left dead
Sealed with a kiss on the forehead
As you exit her stage left
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