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Old writing about him

You turned into a little boy when you crawled into bed. Out of bed you became a man again
Mascara stained pillow cases
I made coffee to seduce you - make you feel a little good about the day - the day you are to die
We couldn’t take our eyes off you for a second, because we knew - a lifetime without looking at you would be never as good.
Powerful in your highs and lows

A song that needs some chords

My best friends purse
She makes a puddle of her things A puddle of herself
Came home tonight The contents of your purse were on the kitchen floor Lipstick, no lid, loose smokes What were you looking for
Wondering when you’ll find All the people you’ve become All the places you run from
Keys were in the door Stockings halfway up the stairs I hear him coming round But I’m not sure he really cares