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Burned
It’s six pm Dinner’s in the oven Table set for two One of us, here waiting But that is nothing new We agreed to have this evening You got held up there again Don’t like the way this’ going Is this coming to an end Smoke is rising to the ceiling It’s now seeping out the doors Both dinner and I are burning We can’t take this anymore The fire in the oven Is the same that’s in my heart Too bad you won’t be home tonight To see we’ve come apart Damn my waiting and your lies I really don’t know what to say Hopefully when you see the house You’ll know that I too burned away Because… I always get burned this way It’s six fifteen The dinner’s still burning Smoke fills the air I’m ready to run Cause it seems you don’t care Supposed to be here at five It’s now six fifteen Not a word or a call Not a text or anything Damn my waiting and your lies I really don’t know what to say Hopefully when you see the house You’ll know that I too burned away Because… I always get burned this way Smoke is rising to the ceiling It’s now seeping out the doors Both dinner and I are burning We can’t take this anymore The fire in the oven Is the same that’s in my heart Too bad you won’t be home tonight To see we’ve come apart
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