Seeing double

He’s close to being good enough, we sing the exact tune
He’s very nearly perfectly the kind I’d belong to
He’s thoughtful and affectionate and seems to be smart
His lips unfurl the sweetest kisses lapping up my heart
But when my glass is empty and the smoke can’t keep me high
I remember that I don’t like him and I quietly say goodbye
He can’t stay here I fear because my love I can’t lay about
Sobriety screams in the morning he’s a loser, put him out…………



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