Call Me a Fool
"Cut the crust off my bread."
Not in the literal sense, but
I knew exactly what he meant
because I lived inside his head
He needed my hand to hold again
I always showed up-so call me a fool
He'll say he still loves me
I'll say it back but it's just pretend
One of these days when he makes his plea
I won't be the crutch to help him stand
I'll be dining on dainty finger sandwiches
having someone cut the crust off for me
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