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After Small Bar

I hear your thoughts when you are silent,

I wonder if I am so loud,

I know you see that I am proud,

Conceited, trodden down,

It’s the worst way to be.

 

What am I saying that I don’t say,

My brain thinks things my lips ignore,

But I secrete it through my pores,

That I’m so un-fucking sure,

It’s the worst way to be.

 

Size up your life behind my silence,

Your kinder lover, all your friends,

Born with shiny spoon, but then,

I’ve business cards and cash in hand.

Count up the worst parts of me.

 

Let’s say good night, and let’s say nothing,

I’ll take the devil by my side,

We’ll go and overanalyse,

I’ll get drunk alone tonight,

It’s the worst way to be.

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