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"Sabotage; Perfect Timing."
What was it that you said,
"Shit, I don't remember,"
I do know that I told you,
"I don't know what you mean,"
"Besides, this liquor has my
head spinning, why don't we
just go to bed and you can
make it feel better; my head,"
What a fucked-up thing to say
when you're wanting to talk
about our surreal relationship,
(yea, right),
But you always chose the most
inopportune times to want to
try and talk about all the
bull-shit, saying you wanted to
mend our fences
But a bottle in hand is not like
a hammer to drive in a nail lest
it's the one that helps drive in
the, "death knell," when you get
me to open up and tell you how
I really fucking feel
But maybe that was your intent
You weren't really looking for
reconciliation, were you
Long ago spirits once joined
together as one were now rent into
They were just waiting for the
opportunity to go separate ways
"Shit, I don't remember,"
I do know that I told you,
"I don't know what you mean,"
"Besides, this liquor has my
head spinning, why don't we
just go to bed and you can
make it feel better; my head,"
What a fucked-up thing to say
when you're wanting to talk
about our surreal relationship,
(yea, right),
But you always chose the most
inopportune times to want to
try and talk about all the
bull-shit, saying you wanted to
mend our fences
But a bottle in hand is not like
a hammer to drive in a nail lest
it's the one that helps drive in
the, "death knell," when you get
me to open up and tell you how
I really fucking feel
But maybe that was your intent
You weren't really looking for
reconciliation, were you
Long ago spirits once joined
together as one were now rent into
They were just waiting for the
opportunity to go separate ways
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