It doesn't matter
Which side of the door
I find myself in
I'd always end up
With a broken heart
All I got going
Is a song
In my head
And a pocket
Full of nothing
Perpetually pissed and hoping
To seize the day
Away from this
Fucked up disposition
I just sigh and say:
"For fuck's sake"
If only patience
Had expiration dates
Am I too far gone?
Wishing that I was
As good at love
As I am at my work
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