Graduated early, while you were at the playground under the trees. The birds whispered in my ear, letting me know that you were nothing more than bad timing.
I've returned to this side of the heart in the sand.... Where I've got a sunrise in my veins. I live for misplaced nights, and crashing hips. Best kept secrets and such.
The laugh I used to live for has become nails on a chalkboard. I'm all out of ink for you. You've become the lull. You're so last year... And a poor actress at that. Box office disasters in the form of someone I used to know. LA is for the heartless. I think our tickets were switched.
Whoever dubbed LA the city of angels must have forgot to use spell check. I'm certain they meant angles.
As the drinks pour I find that its taking less to let you go. Soon you'll be another sobering thought that sparks absolutely nothing within me.
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