I fled my perch on a promise dived head first into your blues your terrible ocean blues you were snake oil and gold dust half pretence half mystery I fell for you like the sucker you took me for ‘call me sometime’ that’s what you said but I lost your number along with my head you seemed bona fide your credentials were good but I wasn’t committed just passing through what was the catalyst for my change of heart? I don’t remember was it something you said? the lies that you told? the tears that you shed? you painted me blue I painted you red I can’t reach you now why would I want to? your facts were all fictions I’ve been once bitten and that left its mark
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