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I heard your newest song
Don’t worry, it’s a good one
All your new ones are
I guess that I’ve stopped asking
If any are about me
None of the new ones are
It’s strange to hear your words now
You sing of people I’ve never known
I wonder if you’ll hear this
If you’ll take apart the lyrics
One by one
If you think this is about you…
Well, you’re wrong
The coffee is a crutch now
It’s true, I guess
This is just me making it through today
I’m asking for your address
The one that I keep losing
I guess I hope each time will be
The last time that I need it
I keep hoping next time won’t be out of state
I’m certain that you’ll hear this
That you’ll take apart the lyrics
You always do
I’m sorry if the things I say will hurt you
I’m sorry that they’re true
Well, this could go on all night
Well, this could go on all night
Well, this could go on all night
Well, this could go on all night
But the Greyhound station awaits
Will you call me when you get there?