It is late June, humid,
and I am absolutely dopesick with love.
I drink whatever will do the job
to get my mind from her.
But good god i can not escape
what my life has become, is becoming
what it became on that night i held
her and said i'm sorry i'm sorry i love you
baby don't go.
It had happened though, between us.
It was there, I could have touched it.
When the morning comes, she is gone
and it is gone
the hangovers still there
and i guess i am too.
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