I used to wear your orgasms as cologne and your legs as a belt.
I used to yank your hair like a leash and used to sheathe myself inside you whenever and wherever I felt.
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I used to touch your body in the places nobody but me was ever allowed to see,
I used to whisper in your ear what I was gonna do when we got home. Goddamn, I was indifferent and free.
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Those were simpler days. The days where your laugh cured everything and my lame jokes made you chuckle sillily,
The days all I had to do was look your way, and you'd come and kiss me, willingly.
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Those days have run out. As the world evolves, so must this love.
Our love couldn't keep up with us, in the end we'd rather be apart, if push came to shove.
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I left, you sobbed. You came back, I cried.
And in the end, what you decided to hide from me... darling, call it whatever you will, but you lied.
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I wear another cologne now, found myself a new belt.
She doesn't shove me away when I ask what's wrong; she comes to me to get held.
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I'm done with used to. I can't keep looking back and thinking things are gonna change.
I used to hope we'd get back together, now all I want is closure. Ain't that strange.
