I'm so tired of making mistakes that I'll take
To the grave. What's the saying? I'm heading the trail
That you took when you left me out here before,
But I can't see the woods through the trees anymore.
One more night of smoking myself to a tomb,
And what's more I ran out of drinking to do.
So let's move on to over thinking 'bout you
No more options tonight, there's nothing ado.
You're nothing to me anymore, but how can you let it slide?
You're nothing to me anymore, but how do you say goodbye?
I'm nothing to you anymore, I've got nothing to hide.
I'm nothing to you anymore, but how do I say goodbye?
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Jesse Law
A musician, a poet, a friend, and over-thinker based in Columbus, OH.
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