here I lie with a mango rum crown.
Fall asleep in the bathtub tonight,
who knew that my soul wasn't alright.
Three shots, two shots, one shot up,
alcohol and tears mixed in my paper cup.
Waking up with your name on my lips,
who knew that our love was an apocalypse.
One day, two weeks, three years gone,
it looks like we have both lived and moved on.
Maybe "us" wasn't for our best,
now it's time for our love to be at rest.
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