December 16, 2011

I Dont Get How You Get

Every day I get up

Smelling the same as the night before

But I don’t think

you were ever there to see

me fall asleep on the couch next to nobody

That’s what I get

For spending time with a nobody

God help me

Hold myself up again

Don’t even

Bother to call me

I don’t see

How you can even look in the mirror

After ,leaving, me cold like that

Lying on my face flat

Work falls into time

Time falls into the past

When summer comes

I hope to god it’ll last

Eighteen years for this

Eighteen years to show just what I mean

When I say “don’t ever” done ever

I just don’t get how ungrateful

You get, when you get, what you get

I don’t get it, and I guess I never will

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