I cringe and writhe under your salt wound words
It's all over now
So why why why
Are you still speaking
My phone rings in the depths of night
I know its you
Leave me be
Let me sleep
But in the end I answer
As if anything could be different
It'll never be different
And i'm packing up all patched up heading on my way
You've got plenty phrases up your sleeve
Slick things to say
The sober night sits so still
Punctured by your drunken words
Trying to stumble back into my life
Your explanations bring back old sensations
I get it we don't work don't sweat it don't say another thing
Go away.
Don't need your salt wound words today.
-Dev
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