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High For Life

You're not satisfied Eyes lacking passion A burning sensation replaced with ice Our intensity reduced to a mere glance sitting in silence where the chatter used to live I am an afterthought. Letters you sent her While I laid in wait I am patiently going mad Waiting for you to think of me first You’re wanted more than I The attention I crave is trapped by your thoughtlessness I want you to want me Words that go down easy like hard liquor I only nod My self loathing is your burden They were not jokes They are not jokes They will never be jokes You only worry for me I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care You’re hard to reach Late or Never at all You arrive I’ve realized how much you dread to answer For I’m always too sobered And you’re much too high for life

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