After a while I just followed where my feet trod
Past the statue of god in the courtyard
I was blacked and blued
You were the prelude
To the story that I wept to
I was a lightning rod
I drew the fire to myself
I could’ve been someone else
But I liked you
We became the trainwreck
You were the bad check
That I tried to pass when I was senseless
I can feel it creeping up and I am on the cusp
(oh!) of something big
And I can’t keep on covering it
On the off-chance that I see you
Will you see me? will you hold me?
Or will you curse me? will you do anything?
For the honor of the memory that I meant anything to you?
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